Memory

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Burned memory in my head,
Of crimsons hands mislead.

Naivety, gave others the deed, 
Following within their creed.

If I turn back time,
Recreate a life more sublime.

The mistake taught me to climb,
If only letting go wasn't such a crime.

Salts burns within the wound,
It will heal, I am not doomed.

Author's Note: 

Challenge Prompt

This was a tricky one for some reason. I had a few variations in my head, but I think this one fits best.

I had so much fun writing this month. I loved that I got to join so many amazing writers on the same journey. There were so many pieces I loved reading. Thank you for sharing, and thank you to those who read my works as well. 

 

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