There's still traces of you in me,
times when memories of you,
clogs my ability to breathe,
and think of happy memories.
Memories of you are like meteor showers,
I like how beautiful those balls of flame gushes out in the murky black sky,
But I hate how destructive it can be when it collides with the earth.
Just like my memories of you,
I like how beautiful those fragments flash in the middle of my work,
With vibrant filters and serene sonatas,
But I hate how it reminds me that,
shards of silver are still there to collide with my skin;
— a.a
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