Memo
Edgar
James
Jesse

Past. Love. Memory.The Past,Past. Love. Memory.
Haunts me still Where I can never Be used to the feeling I once felt, As shades of the past Linger in my heart, Bewildering. Tempting. Me to go into this dream Where I can never forget
The Love,
We once shared, Where scents of roses Filled the air With melancholy despair, As screams ring out This affections drought, While hoping to relive, And reminisce
The Memory,
I have in my heart, Where stories never depart This perpetual maze Running through my mind, &
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~KTja
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