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Memories,
Memories.
They burn my body,
Hunt me, and then shoot.
Not bullets,
Neither arrows.
Just words I said,
Things I did,
What my heart felt.
Memories crawl to our hearts,
Unexpected or not.
Either a smile or a frown,
They just decide to bring any to our hearts.
Memories,
Not forgotten ones.
Stolen ones,
Buried ones,
Anxious ones.
Just memories,
I want to drown in one.
Could I replace it with water?
Maybe I'd never have a heart ever again.
Memories are shredded dishes,
Broken plates.
Balloons filled in a room -
I want to pop and step.
Crash and pick,
Stop and start.
A new life we call,
Memories stay,
Sleep we look upon.
Humans are failures,
So are memories.
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