Irony
All my memories
that recall the prior
could as well never have been
what I feel now is beyond intense
a brush of wind feels like a storm
a spot of shade is cold as ice
memory of holding her near
will keep me warm forever
I feel
My biggest strength
is
My biggest weakness
Life has a cruel irony to it
that recall the prior
could as well never have been
what I feel now is beyond intense
a brush of wind feels like a storm
a spot of shade is cold as ice
memory of holding her near
will keep me warm forever
I feel
My biggest strength
is
My biggest weakness
Life has a cruel irony to it
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