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Every time I shut my eyes, you flit right through the cracks like a ray of hope,
Only to remind me, that you were the one who created those cracks in the first place.
And yet every time I open them, there you always are in flesh right in front of me,
Dancing through the memories of yesterday, lost in the winds of a path now left behind.
And even though I pray, day after day, of being freed of your memories as release,
They only seem to sharpen, as though it was just yesterday, and you, just a glance away.
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YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPO1 || Pinctada (n.) - Pearl oysters ❝Not everything found at sea is lost; Not everything lost at sea is found.❞ Second poetry book in the From My Heart To Yours set. ❤ [05.05.2018 - 20.08.2018] Milestones: 1. #1 in Poetry - 01.07.2018 2. WP_Poetr...