Memory Cells You can't remember their faces Is it because you are drunk? Or is it because they didn't touch your insides like they were meant to Your fears are having a party as you walk in to the kitchen of helplessness The kettle is whispering your name Boiling with angry memories A grave stings a loving memory A memory can hurt the living The living can poison ivy your walls Your walls cry a thousand tears
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