The One Poem by Alexis Ramos

The One



A name that was once pasted around is now engraved.
That name that was engraved will not be forgotten
That thought that comes when the name is spoken of
The mememors that cant be eased but only dreamed of
That dream that you can only picture is nothing
but a drawing now
A drawing that maybe paint one day
can not be washed away.

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