Memories

He weeps, a prisoner of his memories,
Having lost what he loved once. He
Now sits and remembers the pleasure,
And the warmth of love long ago stolen.
It still burns fresh in his mind
And heart, thus he forever weeps, trying
To wash away the memories only to
Remember them in forgetting.

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