The Past Poem by Olga Statilko

The Past

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And oh, those memories...
they all rush back,
in such a rapid pace.
They bring no happiness though; no warmth.
Only disgrace.
So tell me, am I to blame for being so cold?
Or is it, after all, their fault?

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