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Take note that this one is old and not well made :I
Running with images and memories,
zipping by like a race car,
Storing all of these treasures,
sticking to me like tar.
Family members rip into me,
as old ones die, peeling away.
As sad moments become debris,
each and every day.
As i go along in life,
drinking the memories as if they were soda.
My mind speaks to me, poking with a knife,
a great force tugging inside.
Sitting on the sofa with an aroma,
driiiing.
Another came up,
sipping from my cup,
ziiiiinnng.
VOTE HERE FOR THE POEM YOU WANT TO SEE ME WRITE
OR SUGGEST A POEM TO ME BY MESSENGING ME ^_^ I WILL READ IT
Running with images and memories,
zipping by like a race car,
Storing all of these treasures,
sticking to me like tar.
Family members rip into me,
as old ones die, peeling away.
As sad moments become debris,
each and every day.
As i go along in life,
drinking the memories as if they were soda.
My mind speaks to me, poking with a knife,
a great force tugging inside.
Sitting on the sofa with an aroma,
driiiing.
Another came up,
sipping from my cup,
ziiiiinnng.
VOTE HERE FOR THE POEM YOU WANT TO SEE ME WRITE
OR SUGGEST A POEM TO ME BY MESSENGING ME ^_^ I WILL READ IT
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