Memory Collectors
By: Clara Sophie
Blurry like a dream
Here and then not
No body or face
But exist all at once
Taking memories of the deceased
From the ones gone by tragedy
So they can move on in peace
Like the ones who die naturally
A passing can be remembered,
Like a song you forgot,
Brought back from a single note
Too painful to relive
A memory collector saves it
From becoming a vengeful spirit
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