To memories we may remember


no one will forget the days I recall
the hurt of slumber or smile of revenge
i recall my heart you left in a mall
for trespassers’ temptation to scavenge

the sweet nights of bad dreams held in a room
no one forgets my kite that never flew
how you cut off its legs, later its plume
some memories are still the color blue

my mind is still young to write off good deeds
that led me here, to let out horror tales
i keep away the joy from all my needs
till it cums out all, while no thing prevails.

dear old memories, i still remember
the tall black boy still sits in your center.


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