41-Memory
It wasn't just a hallow dream
It was something more significant
than you think
it was a smokey evening
The glass scattered
a pricked finger
blood flooded
A sound of serene
with the name that being shouted
water droplets
Pool of sorrow
Reviving a heartbeat
A memory for tomorrow
being haunted
Never faded.
-Lovjez-
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