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#11: Memory Swatches of vivid reds, oranges, purples,
blurred into a resplendent silence.
Myriads of aromas, pleasant and putrid,
all swirled, blended together and then fried.
A sweet voice, sharp and clear,
cutting across the room, jolting my heart into
a stunned frenzy.
Entrenched, deeply rooted in myself
is who I am. It's me.
And what created that was what I remember.
Hear those voices
Notes upon notes
Beneath my fingers
Golden ThoughtsMy thoughts are enshrouded by demons, who
Rip and slash and snarl ferociously at the delicate golden material.
Then they leave it in shreds and vanish.
The bright colors of my mind have faded,
Replaced with a dull grey.
They leave me to piece together my words.
They leave me to rebuild what I had before.
They leave me to suffer.
Subside to TearsI am the sweet voice you cannot hear;
I am lamenting cries that subside to tears.
I am a wanderer, a weeping ghost
Who hopes to be remembered by the words she wrote.
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