Do you remember the year we fell?
Headlong into secrets, curses, and spells?
Are there pictures in your head,
of how we used to drink tea but nothing's been said?
Do you really think we ever knew?
Point zero; Not rising – Hell is what we went through.
Can you feel the never-healing wounds on scarred hearts?
Absentmindedly; Rise up, or fall?
© in 2013
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