Memory

By pom99

Sat, 27 Feb 2016
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Memory is old, scarred and twisted plastic

You can’t drown it,

You can’t burn it



You can bury it.



Only for it to resurface 
when you dig 
Leaving your hands dirty and fragrant again

Certificate 15
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Comments

Submitted by london_calling79 on

I really like the idea and the flowing structure which is interrupted in the middle. I think the last line needs work to really finish it off with the power it has begun with.