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I am memory
bittersweet my salvation
nothing matters more

you will choose for me
a moment of wonderous
o’er a lifetime less

silken dew on green
petals opened and waiting
the essence of life

pitch black the midnight
stars fade in comparison
uncertain return

the dying despair
curse my fragile existence
regret for my touch

were reason to be
to return without knowing
where I shall linger

what seasons to pass
but a glimmer of flame burned
for love remembered

I am the taste of summer
drying on parched lips