Light as a feather Stiff as a log, Darkness swarms in on the unsuspecting form, The pain this body feels is swiftly retreating No one's voice is reaching To this now deaf ear, All the dreams, All the laughter, All the tears, Gone before memory claims the name, Memory, Now that you can't remember, Does memory even matter?
More..Ashley Grant
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