she had no memory
as if it never existed,
so she looked at it
as if it were brand new,
the way all things
should be looked upon,
all the time.
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Poetryvolume i "she wrote it down, she kept record of them all. words expressing past emotions, details of what transpired with who, what and where. she might call it poetry or perhaps a diary but all I saw was a paper filled with words written in denial...
