Pictures
In my head,
The mental pictures flow,
Strange images you couldn't comprehend.
Fragmented into thousands,
I search to gather them all,
But i cannot seem to piece them together.
Its just like corrupt data,
In a computers memory,
But it cannot be forgotten in a click.
I can only look forward,
To add new pictures,
That might not be corrupted.
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