Memory and its wicked ways
Leaves too much behind for us to find
But with great mercy it withholds
Some of what would drive us mad
Its walls are weak and its defense is thin
But if we promise to lay still and not fight
The peace of perfect finds us at night
Until the walls come down
Oct 8, 2022
Oct 8, 2022 at 8:08 PM UTC
Memory and its wicked ways
Leaves too much behind for us to find
But with great mercy it withholds
Some of what would drive us mad
Its walls are weak and its defense is thin
But if we promise to lay still and not fight
The peace of perfect finds us at night
Until the walls come down
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