memories

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    memories
    Memories,
    sharp like broken glass,
    pierce the hollow stillness of a callused mind with astonishing clarity,
    releasing the mind-blood of a twenty-four year ignorance
    to flow freely down and engulf a meaningless existence in realizations,
    stinging like vinegar on an opened scab.

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    vanyajbrier commented on memories

    10-09-2009

    Interesting. I liked this one you were very descriptive and it made it's point very well.
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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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