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by Shelby

Memories of the heart,
Or memories from the mind.
What love once touched,
We sometimes fly blind.

Unwilling to perceive,
Unable to see.
We create memories,
From what was going to be.

A mind will be pillaged,
A heart defiled.
Becoming appalled with life,
Living doesn't seem worth while.

Dwelling in a dream world,
Where memories are pleasant.
With no hopes for the future,
Forgetting the present.

Memories of love,
Forever I will hold dear.
His voice is the voice,
I will always hear.

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