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The memories
Of my childhood
Wash over me
As I stare out
Into the oblivion
Before me
They are
Coloured molecules
Waiting to be
Relived
And that's what makes
Them so special
Staring out
At the tranquil ocean
I felt my sorrows
Be washed away
I live
In memories
And not
The present
Because that's just
How I Roll
My memories
Are kindling
To be
Explored
Forever lasting
And cherished
I don't know
If anyone from
My memories
Would remember
Me
But that wouldn't
Matter
Because I would
Know who
They are
From my
Memory
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➵ Midnight Thoughts | ✔︎
PoetryRandom, collated thoughts put to paper through emotion and expressions, and a mind that works it's flow. Love, Lillian x x Disclaimer: this is purely my own work. if my lines seem similar to other poems, this is purely coincidental. some poems/boo...
