My long forgotten body
Pulses
With the glow of what could have been
If you take my beating heart
out of my
Ice cold chest
You’ll see
My long forgotten body
More by Inez Folklore
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I don’t remember
I don’t remember
Was it real life or a dream?
Looked back; I was gone
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She sat on a bench in the park
She sat on a bench in the park when I passed her and I said
Who are you waiting for and she said
He’ll come
He’ll come and I left and I came back and she was still there
He’ll come
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