Whispers breeze fluttering by an satin lies told when young ,
Each day was on tickles and hugs of gentle moments in the sun
these are things that memory brings when sitting alone drinking in that last memory, savoring it's purity, rolling it around your teeth cross velvet tongues and ruby lip spraying that this memory would never end fallen
Enthralled maybe comatose towards a brief of hellish days and nights which do blend, ascend and transcend normal only to have memory rescind my lonely trend and disavow my longing
sweet memoryof the past things driving me towards an insane end
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