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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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Kevin.S.Witt

Hi I'm Kevin and I write poetry. I am 17 years old and I've been through alot in my young years even though it may be too young to say it certainly feels like it. Each poem I write expresses a different emotion of feeling, may or may it not be the same from my emotions. A single piece of write has it's own heart, so it can care as much as anyone can.

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