Memories of a past life
Flow by in a constant stream
Tugging at my consciousness
Pulled apart seam by seam
And I struggle to sleep
Because I have awful dreams
Hands covered in ash
Charcoal running down my sleeves
In every ruined incarnation
I was the end of all things
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Can I Say Goodbye?
PoetryI'm always searching for something worth staying for but I can't seem to find that until then please don't mind me because I'm just a traveler passing through. When I'm not satisfied or happy I'll leave and find a new path, so just let me say goodby...
