Hear those echoes.
In the darkness a voice cries out.
Reverberating around the temple walls.
Baby can you hear her .
Can you touch her soul.
Can you feel her heart beating in your hands.
Kisses full.
Linger unrepentant.
In your head.

Became vacant.
Lost in time.
In a blast of septic memory.
Vomiting undigested echoes.
A millstone of last time.
Drowns the minx miss.

Mourn her not.
As she forgot.
Engraved emotions.
Scribbled pencil marks.
For maybe they can be erased.
Scarred perhaps.
Scratched your soul.
Left it grazed.
For eternity and so much more.




By ladylivvi1

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