Yesterday came with a rushing wind of unpleasant memories
That have tattooed themselves over scars I couldn't conceal
Today I watched the storm-so beautiful, yet terrific
Sweep every trace of yesterday's sorrows off my memory index
Not a single speck of dust left behind
Not a tint of tattooed tumultuous timelines.
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