he

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he burns in my brain
my memory
my soul

my thoughts;
they're rapid
out of control

I close my eyes
in hope of closing my mind
but you're running
while I've been left
behind

no hope
no sympathy
just burns in my memory.
my heart.
he's my-
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Bethany Louise Rose

2014/15

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