Memories speak frozen specs,
Of me and you.
Stored in time
within a thousand photographs,
As they fade,
They fade,
They always do.
- theresa
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PoetryIt was then she said: "Words fed, scathed, brought my soul together; and it would be preposterous if I'd get to feel all these sensations alone, so I am giving you a part of my suffering, a fragment of my universe, a debris of myself. Through these...
They do
Memories speak frozen specs,
Of me and you.
Stored in time
within a thousand photographs,
As they fade,
They fade,
They always do.
- theresa
