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Dusty Memory
You take my lips
my skin
my body
You take my soul
and my heart
Crushing
over and over again
each individual
piece I've given
Watching as I turn to dust
and blow away
Sticking,
like dust does,
to your memory
Making you watch,
waiting for that day,
When that dust of my memory
will come back
to haunt you forever.
my skin
my body
You take my soul
and my heart
Crushing
over and over again
each individual
piece I've given
Watching as I turn to dust
and blow away
Sticking,
like dust does,
to your memory
Making you watch,
waiting for that day,
When that dust of my memory
will come back
to haunt you forever.
Published 27th Mar 2010
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27th Mar 2010 8:23am
...and there's a haunting feel to your lines, Coral. As they say - what goes around comes around - and that includes cruelty. Enjoyable work.
27th Mar 2010 9:50am
27th Mar 2010 10:14am
of this poem, It sent a cold draft up my spine, and as A says, its enjoyable work.
thank you for sharing
x Inky
thank you for sharing
x Inky
27th Mar 2010 11:40am
Thanks Inky. It's funny I never meant for to come across as it seems it has but the more I reread it and see y'alls way of reading I do see it and funnily enough I like it that way.
