A once existing Gratitude
Your memories are fleeting like a dream;
As if they never existed!
Can see your face in remote rags...
Wanting to be touched and get wasted.
You will not find me in the day busyness of your business
Or in the quiet whispers of your silently screaming solitude,
But you might just find me-
In the choking regret of your Innocence
A once existing gratitude.
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