Dead Memories

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Every time I blink,

you slowly disappear.

Sooner or later,

you'll no longer be here.

Your memory lingers,

blood stains on the wall.

Sometimes I wonder

if you were really ever here at all.

A little while later,

I slowly walk away.

I have scissors in my hand

to take the memories away.

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