Stain
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roisin
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The need to be the person you were in a particular memory.

Stain

I want to go back

To the rain glittering path by the coast

I want to be who I was back then

I want to ferment into my bones.

My lungs are so heavy now

Hands like led as I fall to bow

I’ll bow to any god who makes this sane

Will it wash away with the violet rain

Or maybe I meant violent

It feels like knives against my skin

The scarlet leaking and staining the perfect pathway again.

I guess I can’t go back, I can’t even remember that memory, not one bit.

I must of muddled it too much in my constant need to relive it.

Now it’s tainted by my past, in streaks of colors and hazy grey

But brilliant like the fire that I wish would burn it all away.

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