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Apr 2014
Ink
I took every memory we ever made
And ground them up
Grounded them up
Until they were a fine powder
Then I mixed that powder with ink and put in a pen
With that pen I wrote
I wrote and I wrote and I wrote
Until the pen ran out of ink
The product that I was left with those memories that were once dead
brought back to life
Everything I tried to remembered but forgot
Everything I tried to forget but couldn't
If only getting over you was actually this easy
Trey Kha
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Trey Kha  Buffalo NY
(Buffalo NY)   
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