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Awoken
These memories fade into me
Each time I gather
They become seamless
They've woven themselves into the stars
Beauty as they are
It is my past
To the melody of my soul
I caught them dancing
As if they didn't mind the memories that cried
They thought them loveliness
Please watch for when they fall
That is you or I falling to harmonize
...
Monday 25th August 2014 3:46 am
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