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Poetry

Her bleeding words on a winter night. Memories that are bound to be remembered but meant to be destroyed- forever.

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by glyceraine

by glyceraine

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Now I understand
Why you keep on bothering me
I don't remember anything
But you do

And the events are exact
I knew I have forgotten something
Why don't you tell me?
Right from the start 'til the almost end

We sat upon that abandoned building's rooftop
Near the park,
Where we could see children running
And couples kissing

Silenced filled the air
With our eyes focused on the winter snow
Feet stumbling upon the snow and slippery roof,
But our mouths still shut

Not a bit do I remember
But a feeling is showing up from nowhere
Tell me about this
And tell me who you are

I haven't known your name
Tell me,
Then you stated a familiar one,
"The name's Winter" and you smiled

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12.28.2017