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Jun 2020
I want to sketch every
memory in a note book
cover each page
with blood diluted by tears
slowly forming patterns
some as dark as henna,
some forgotten.
At least I'll know I'm not
bearing it alone.
Every one that comes into my life only tends to gift me memories.I've become a memory keeper and I can't bear it alone anymore.
Written by
Priscilla Charity  F
(F)   
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