Lets not bury the words in memory. Certain words, that singed. And left a charred,yawning wound, rotting on the flesh. The bloody fibers emitting, knife-like, sharp spasms . It will heal,like always. The deep scarlet will remain like a lone soldier on the fair flesh for a while and then it will turn a rusty brown, slowly hiding into the skin,as the days pass. Some find it best to inhume it all. I say, let the lone soldier last in our memories. Let him bask in the honor, he deserves for his bravery. Lets forgive and not forget. Lets not put everything to rest.
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