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Memories
I smell the grass of yesterday.
The forgotten dirt of sorrows.
The rolling hills of emptiness.
The silent voices of people long gone.
Memories
Memories
I hear them all
The burn of failure.
The hatred of longing.
The words I’ve...
The forgotten dirt of sorrows.
The rolling hills of emptiness.
The silent voices of people long gone.
Memories
Memories
I hear them all
The burn of failure.
The hatred of longing.
The words I’ve...
