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Diana May 2020
A memory abound in the people here
Leaving behind a trace of their fears
Don’t mark me if you plan to leave too soon
And see me only when my plants are in bloom
A thousand beings, in my life
Staining me with tears and strife
Don’t take a main part of my home
If soon you’ll go back to roam

— OrcasTogether
Anmol Mago Nov 2019
One  
        day
these
           lonely
winds 
           will
wipe  
          o u t
every
         tra
               ce
of our love

And
         perhaps
all that
            will  
remain
             would  
be faded
               memories
of a
       forgotten
p a s t
            bur
                    ied
deep
        within
the        
            g r a v e
of  my
h e a r t
دema flutter Aug 2019
happy news penetrate
through my fading
soul like a wave
washing the
traces off
sand;
                            easily.
Mis dedos y nariz rozan tu almohada.
Tu ausencia pesa una tonelada,
y tus huellas que huelen a rosas
evocan las cosas perdidas
que se convirtieron en mis heridas.

(My fingers and nose caress your pillow.
Your absence weighs a tonne,
and the traces of you that smell like roses
evoke the lost things
transformed into my wounds.)
Link to short film: https://youtu.be/XY4jNbzmDnI
Marty T Ottman Jun 2018
erase all traces left.
forsaken,  as the world is breaking in.
**** this your gone..
***** strong.
your past is over due
embrace the true. define you, push through or you through?
Weight of the decision we all have anchor us down...
Gabriel burnS Apr 2018
Sadists, aren’t we all… abusing that for which we fall…
The way that I’m obsessed… with the fabric of your dress
Although it doesn’t feel as good… as tender skin beneath it would
So it deserves the claws… and lacerated ribbons’ flow…
Of all the fingers, it’s the thumb… that sees the broadest, like the sun
Runs in circles on those knees… the sweet of you I love to read
Yet passion thrives on sacrifice… with aftermaths of melting ice
To treat the paintings on your skin… which lust, in trance, would blindly leave
Like every coin, there are two sides… and truth is tasting both in life…
The things that we adore… our hunger paints in gore
And now you’re in the palms… their lips brush off the calm…
The sinking of the teeth… the flavor underneath...
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