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By Ravenheart Date: 2013 Mar 22 Comment on this Work [[2013.03.22.12.36.13425]] |
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Memories of you. Swirling around my feet. Like a thick blanket of fog it threatens to engulf me. It flicks at my nostrils, wanting to be inhaled. Brushing against my lips Like an addiction, it beckons me. Whispering promises, offering comfort. A wise one once asked, “Will you choose to re-live the memories, knowing the pain they will cause you?” Closing my eyes and inhaling deeply, I hear myself whisper…. “yes” |