Memories strong and memories bold
Insanity laden the ebbs and flow
Persevering the rot and withering blows
her moments of angst and your lows

seeing steps of a Journey old
Letting the pain, misery unfold
To dust from dust and revolving doors
Obey we must, this rabid horde.

Poetry by sagi
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Written on 2019-04-28 at 22:39

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