poems
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I hear the waterfalls. The powerful rumbling drowns out those memories – Memories of regret and calamities. I hear the trees. The crisp rustling of the leaves whisper over my thoughts, As they try to rationalize the consequences I’ve bought. I hear the rain. Every fall invades my conscience. Each drop a welcoming interruption. Finally,
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Memories of you and I still linger – They give me unnecessary headaches. As annoying as an unseen splinter, The stinging reminds me of my mistakes. It’s an infection creeping through my head, Slowly making it’s way through my body. Insects finding a way to live and spread, Succeed in finding life to






