Your Name, Is Dead To Me

By
The loss of my mind
Eats away the inner sanctum
Of the thoughts
Placed reserved
Only for you
And the loss of my mind
Gives me silent pleasure
That your memory is slowly fading
And my ears no longer need to hear your name
My lips no longer have to purse to make the last syllable longer than the others
Because that's the best way it sounds when lying on the ground





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