quick flash


Memories are nothing more –

Than images played back at –

Troubling speeds.

Did my sins really occur so fast?

Did the love burn out so quickly?

What was the name?

What was the place?

Did it mean – anything?

I suppose not.

Memories who play back-

At troubling speeds.


Die and I will enjoy my future.

One day at a time.


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