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Can you hear my memory?
Burning in red?
That blacks ted
Can you see the colours on the wall painted with my fear and scream?

The red tight ribbon once
Is now cut into two.
We were once one
But now we are two

What happened to us
Is what happened inside rusting
My soul and my thoughts.
It was my oughts
To love not hate

But now
My memories are gone
so don’t come and tell me what your name is
I might just disappear in the dark



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