#3.Bête noire
She called out in agony
Her legs are in wobbly
Bête noire
Recurrence aide memoire
She is in lonesome
Voices are hummed
She’s gyrates into insane
Blown by the wind
Scattered pieces on the ground
And no one is around
To hoist her anguish
And build her angst again.
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In Memory
Romance{Poetry © GingerJesus 2013} 【as of 03/01/14 ; 7:36am ; rating Poetry #14 Short Story #158】And it's these moments that become our history. Like our own personal of greatest hits of memories. We play and replay in our minds, over and over again.
