
Our memories form
Like molten iron smelted
In our hearts bright fires.
Blast from the Past:
Convulsing I sit
Expecting it again, in
Memory of shame
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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Our memories form
Like molten iron smelted
In our hearts bright fires.
Blast from the Past:
Convulsing I sit
Expecting it again, in
Memory of shame