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Aug 21
Nothing But -

Nothing but mere memories
Soak the molten misty mind
That linger 'mongst her Majesty's
Her last sips of spoiled vintage wine
Hark not the hellish purple hues
Infesting blues of distant sky
When hearts felt love once felt so new
Against lost youth its crimson cries
Nothing but mere memories
Fester within wilted wounds
That swim within fantasies
Of once a warm silent womb
Written by
Martin Heath
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