March 9, 2010
By lilg123454 SILVER, Round Top, New York
lilg123454 SILVER, Round Top, New York
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Everlasting memories fade to gray.
With one last bit of joy trudging down every inch of intestine,
A reason for sensations to overpower one's troubles.
A point of return,
There comes a breaking point,
With a weight being lifted off your sypathetic shoulders
Seeping through crevices of unknown journeys.
A plethora of ingredients crumbles,
With soothing liquid taste trouncing the back of your throat.
Crispy coconut scent lingers in one's mind,

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(ps: To understand this poem properly you must start from the bottom and read up the lines instead of down.)

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