Memory

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Eyes closed

Eyes closed

Eyes closed
Death exposed
I ran away
They said it would be
The last time ever...

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Soul days

Soul days
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Her Little Glass Palace

Her Little Glass Palace

I remember everything about the one's I've known,
but ever so rarely do I wish I could forget one....

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A Rainy Monday

A Rainy Monday

There was a time,
a long time ago,
where I loved the rain,
I loved the rain for a very...

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Materialistic

Materialistic

By being materialistic
We give a piece of ourselves
to objects.
Objects have a soul,...

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Deep blue

Deep blue

The waves that took you from me are the deepest blue.
The deep blue that mirrors my tears.
...

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Bolero

Bolero

In the distance, someone is playing
Bolero on a flute
Its melancholy melody is gripping me...

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Birds

Birds

Remember the days,
When you and I,
We would sing and soar,
Like birds in the sky....

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16-years-old.

Sitting on the warn wooden kitchen floor
Sorting through a crate of my deceased mothers
...

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Subconscious

Subconscious

You know it is in overdrive

when faces peek back at you

on a screen of broad daylight,...

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His End

His End

I distanced myself from you
Because of all the things you do
You drink and touch
You...

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Prints

Prints

Fingerprints exist amidst dust and ash,
Firewood, cutlery, handles and cold cash.
Light...

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The Colour of Your Memories

The Colour of Your Memories

Day is long here at the start of the year
Summer birds are all in love with their lives
The...

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Love comes...

Love comes...

Little did I know that this could happen to me
our time is starting and love I see, is coming...

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Rememberance of us


Remembrance of us
Sometimes memories can make you smile however when things end bad and you...

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WHISTLING

WHISTLING

The other day I heard something that made me smile
Something I haven't heard for a very long while...

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Curtain Call

Walking backwards through a torn curtain
To where the smell of fresh baked bread
Coloured the...