memories i thought fixt fade
songs and words
melt into dream
so i write them on the page
to keep them safe from time
as if eternized in amber
i press this beauty in my book
like flowers plucked and woven
and on a winter's day revisit
but it keeps the fresh wounds open
this volume should be placed
on highest shelf and out of reach
til i am grown enough
to teach my heart to remember
and not relive
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