memories
Memories,
sharp like broken glass,
pierce the hollow stillness of a callused mind with astonishing clarity,
releasing the mind-blood of a twenty-four year ignorance
to flow freely down and engulf a meaningless existence in realizations,
stinging like vinegar on an opened scab.
sharp like broken glass,
pierce the hollow stillness of a callused mind with astonishing clarity,
releasing the mind-blood of a twenty-four year ignorance
to flow freely down and engulf a meaningless existence in realizations,
stinging like vinegar on an opened scab.
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