Within the screams and noise the stillness overpowers and her hands stop. She stares at nothing.
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When Memory Speaks
PoetryThis is the first work I am submitting - I hope you enjoy it (it is no way near complete and still requires a lot of work). For now it's jumbled and it's as the title says... When Memory Speaks. Snippets from a rendered life that are never continuou...
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Within the screams and noise the stillness overpowers and her hands stop. She stares at nothing.
