Sweet memory

You and me,
walking by,
the doors in my head
You and me,
not dead.
Our breath
is just a bit
week.
My sweet memory,
is not dead.
never dead.
Always be there.
Always be here.



Poetry by Marte Natalie
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Written on 2007-05-18 at 17:49

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