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To start off as abounded
soon turns into strength
once the conscious mind
releases haunting thoughts
from the memory lines
and allow them to flow
into the chamber of the heart
held gently so the touch
is what is was meant to be
nothing more than ostensible life
greeted with grace of an angel
but fell between
the whisper of envy and
the scream of solitude

~make.me.a.memory.~