Burned Memories
Burned memories,
Ashes in the astray.
A grey dead sea.
Burned memory.
Still not free.
Waiting on breeze.
A loud laugh
Or a violent sneeze.
Waiting on release.
A cloud of memories.
Flowing and spreading.
Carried out of reach.
Flowing beyond our mental siege.
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| Auteur: Cappy | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 17 maart 2004 | ||
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