poetry

Feeling raw again

to weak to pretend, all is not right for the fairy tail end

A head full of memories. Big enough to crush

The very tallest mountin when the weather  is rough.

My head is the cake left in the rain a dusty projector flickers in vain stained from the images shown

Again and again. Again and again.Again and again.

reliving the joy the pain here it comes

Again and again.Again and again.Again and again.

the joy fades and all that remains is pain so real and deep inside

Again and again.Again and again.Again and again.

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