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Remember Me
If we say nothing
and pretend
that we do not see
would our conscious
agree
that we should persuade
our morals to believe
it was just a figment
a broken piece
of fear and pain
dragging
her broken batterd body
from the shadows
of a filthy ally
into
the crying rain
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.