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Jun 2014
The moments will fade
The memories will drift from my aging mind
The faces will only be remembered
By the photographs we took the time to capture
He could have come around to ****** me
But I didn’t let him in so quickly
There was only so much hate my body could handle
The minutes dwindled and the sun was set
The heart beat slowly, stopping
The once warm turned cold
Blackness
That is all I saw
Selected memories kept in storage
Memories of my broken family
We are all twisted in a way
Mine was a curse with no potion to cure
It wrapped around my insides
A vine that
Choked a blooming flower
Liv Vastola
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Liv Vastola
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