Of the most haunting voices are not the ones we hear but the ones we feel. Striking the core of our souls with their chords of discord from before. Sweet memories?
Of pain and less of beauty. Purity deprived by lust abridged by lack of love. The stray. Never strays too far. Traction on the heart. Those. Sweet? Memories.
But it remains somehow in the lingering of days far from the walls of this shore. Still receding the sand from the place where I stand…these are not. Sweet. Memories.
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