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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Memory?
My memory refuses to allow me to see Those scenes in which you swear your love to me Perhaps they are only dreams, not a memory And my love starved heart plays nasty tricks on me. The deepest cuts are here by fate I was too good for you Your time too precious to waste. The darkest scars here as a reminder To beware the deeds of those we trust A betrayal too fresh to forget. raw || truth |