Mind meanders of memories
blocked by those thorny
cacti and roses bloom
the lost world of memories
Behind the night wheeled nightmares
in the morning they could roll
was cover the gap between us
is the edge of the gorge too often
I'm drowning in the pain of yesterday
too many memories inside position
even if they escape from the
the wind on a daily basis will give.
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