Memoirs In Me Poem by Bruno A. Okall

Memoirs In Me



Tender touch.
Fine couch.
Your dearest;
Final rest,
Without aid,
Wasn't said.

Zero memoirs in me
Mirage ahead
Unclear in me
Blown head

No memoirs
Are your memoirs in me
No wounds left to be healed! !

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