Memories
Alone in the mix of dreams,
Lost in a forgotten valley of fire,
Falling through heavy streams,
Cursed moments not meant to admire.
Walking blind with no care,
Posing an existence for common fassion,
Knowing to be dead from a pair,
Made pieces into bondless passion.
Too much to hold in a single kart,
Difficult when placing a match,
Counting each momentum of every part,
Unable to continue the dark patch.
With every tear, there’s more lost pride,
And memories that were gone to guide.
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