Memories - Poem by Crimson Love
in the waters,
I've never braved.
Never have I wished,
to swim within my past,
so instead, let me drowned,
let my past slither down my throat,
and kiss my lungs,
inside and out,
Heavy, moistened breaths,
gurgle, such pain,
yet I love the sensations,
that only dying memories can bring.
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