Memories like time
Faded and true, past and present
Like the chronological time line of history
Memories like bubbles
Floating in their acute ways
Thin and puny, that could burst at any time
Memories like fine chalk
As the wind could blow them away so fast
Leaving fragments of images and the hope of the past
Memories like rain
They fall in unique patterns before your eyes
As memories do, they dry up to form anew
Memories like ink
The ink that writes, becomes the current
But in the subjunctive to the rain, they fade away
Memories are just memories
As they always seem to say
Even if they fade, they will always be memories















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As the wind could blow them away so fast
Leaving fragments of images and the hope of the past"
I'm making that my new signature. I love it. It's brilliant. You shall naturally be credited.
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...all my best words are deserters and do not answer the trumpet call, and the remainder are cripples.
--Nabokov
Comment me on my writing and I'll comment on yours.
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JV to interview NoveLis & GPKISM.
Blood tastes like vanilla~
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Memories like fine chalk
As the wind could blow them away so fast
Leaving fragments of images and the hope of the past --=Asphyziata Memories
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JV to interview NoveLis & GPKISM.
Blood tastes like vanilla~
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