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James Wisp Aug 2011
We spite and ignite love and the life
To see what we forgot to be
Its real the pain we gain
Refrain, refrain from sane, from sane
Burn through to the gaze
To eyes, to the eyes, and cry for what dies
James Wisp Aug 2011
Are these memories real?
Scars
Reveal past injuries
But not pain
or the gore

Are these memories real?
Holes
Get filled in
So new life
Is free to grow

Are these memories real?
No...

But at least they have feel

— The End —