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May 2016
Memories stain like pen on paper,
A moment now, a memory later.
You wish to forget, a day it will fade,
One bad moment, it will all concave.
All the bad will compress your soul,
Unlock the memories, you thought were old.
Here again, at the starting line,
Ready to pretend you’re fine.
Written by
Kelsey May Daly  Dublin, Ireland
(Dublin, Ireland)   
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