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The broken memories

goes back and forth

to find its way back.

The broken memories

fragments of which

pricks the heart at times.

The broken memories

wailing, for a bit

of attention.

The broken memories

like roses, spreading

the fragrance,

peeking from the past.

The broken memories,

is it my dilemma

or the broken memories

calling me back?

Linking this to Poetry Jam prompt – Broken.

Also linking to NaBloPoMo – November Day 1 and Write Tribe Pro BloggerUltimate Blog Challenge and Ultra Blog Challenge.

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