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these memories are daggers that twist my insides into knots
these memories are a warm blanket, soft strong hands on my shoulders, a gentle cheek against mine
these memories are the biting wind that thrashes through the forest
the shoots that grow from the fallen trees
the love within the pain

these memories are the ballast balancing my dreams
keeping them close enough to touch
i am enveloped
as memories fade in out
set context to dream
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