be — becoming being

Our war is a spiritual war. The great depression is our lives — Chuck Palahniuk

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I remember her.

But I remember her differently

now.

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She was melody,

a sweet-sounding summer song.

Ballads bellowed below, brass bass

reverberated, thumping. Round gongs

going gag.

Her eyes spoke the misery of worlds weeping,

Yet, with a smile

Brought peace to a ravaged soul.

Memories morphed into melancholy

Our dry bones with melting marrow

of pain cracks again

Letting it seep through cracks of a once

whole heart,

though to be incapable of feeling

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Redemption — left for dead — rose.