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First.
Time stood still
While barely
keeping afloat.
A long-term memory
An ill to-be-forgotten ditty.
Last.
Time was forsaken
Everything was taken
Lapses on memory
An ill soon-to-be-forgotten harmony.
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Silence and Bass
Poetry[COMPLETED] The silence was too deafening so I wrote them in tattered torn pages with jagged lines. Poems I wrote even in my sleep. The ink in my pen profusely bleeding out words and stories from my past that shaped my present and makes me anticipa...
