Memories of you burn through my brain
Like the morning sun burns through the dawn sky
Why must you keep walking through the fields of my mind
Oblivious to the damage you cause
I have tried with care and determination
To cultivate crops of joy and peace
But still the love once sown
Refuse to die
The fields have been plowed and furrowed
The soil watered and the harvest is ready for reaping
But
no reaper
in sight
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