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Written by fabee_babeeTainted images,
Burning Deep,
Swirling into
A never ending Crevis...
Like a drain,
For the pain,
Won't surface again....
Swirling into
Spirals of remorse,
Grabbing at air,
Cannot hold
The past anymore...
Gone forever,
No matter,
the weather....
Arrange the pieces,
No image forms,
Just memorys
that ache,
and wont go away....
Day by day
We make our way,
Grow bright in the shade,
And the ache starts to fade.