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One day you will be my aide memoire Once set aside now vital to recall Where fire burnt fervidly like blood red sun A light none but a…
Old memories that linger though I wish them gone, like misery and tragedy – this hurting heart is made from broken pieces
In corridors, behind green doors the human race will slide away For all we know the ground beneath could shift us to another plane We can only hear…
The seed has fallen waywardly Amongst the sodden leaves That linger on these tombstones That time alone shall grieve The doors are all shut tight And the living…