A little part of life
Named memory.
A poisonous drink
Still, i drink as a nectar
And will continue
To do so.
Moment, once
Was a happy thing
Now it is
Making my
Eyes salty
And heart bleed.
Damaging every
Inch of mine
With delicacy.
I'm sure, it
Is the most beautiful
way to get hurt.
Don't know,
It it's taking
A moment
To pierce me
Or, giving
me a moment
Of happiness.
It is a prison,
And the moments
Of joy
Is a crime
Which makes me
A criminal.
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