Speak
of my life
Or of the one I have not lived
Through
memories of never
Found serenity
Only in
my grave
Where
the salt of the sea cleanses me
Of
memories of painful
Lacerated
grief
Written
red in sand
Erased
by the flood, sucked from this earth
By
memories of wine
Spiritually
matured
Only
with my death
I offer you safety, again to be safe
Of
memories of fearful
Evaded
poverty
Build
on my remains
A happiness
of rhythm and sleep and vitality
Through
memories of lovingly
Given
life
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