A Memory.

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A memory.

A feathery strand of light

of  facets in a diamond

enters the head. 

The light gracefully moves

in the brain.

Pulling the trigger.

Responses that we bury deep in our mind.

It awakens the graves in our spirit.

On a grave stone.

We have placed ourselves.

In time.

A memory.

Is like a drug.

No matter how hard we fight to disguise our addiction.

It provokes our unpredictable emotions.

It is a oleander to my psyche.

When I return to the dead sea of dust.

A memory.

Enters my mind.

 

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