when I leave
you can't hear my voice ...
in the silence ...
when i fade away ...
no photo can whisper my name ...
go stand by my grave ...
and remember all those scars ...
i had will become memories .
Poetry by poet*salem
Written on 2026-07-06 at 18:44
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