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People tell me
I'm like a walking memory
That refuses to eat or sleep
Instead, I remember
The days before
When everyone was intact
And intangible warmth sparkled
Not the crumpled aluminum foil
I lost everything here
The last pieces of my family
I wear as phantom scars
That'll never fade away
Even as the forgotten road
Was wiped clean of blood and shattered glass
I still lay flowers here
And water them with my tears.
This is a continuation of the poem "cement."
Can anyone guess what happened during these 2 poems? (They're written from the same person, and talks about the same event.)
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THOUGHTLESS │✔️
PoetryThe words The petals On a flower that Thrives by appearance Is only Will merely Be a flimsy Taste of what's inside Why price By the eyes The symmetry Of flawed beauty As though As most Are weighed by Thoughtless ideals For those Four arrows A sma...
