The joy of a child,
running through a churchyard.
The laughter of children,
echoes from the gravestones.
A figurehead in porcelain,
set in a volcanic necklace.
A queen,
a goddess,
an angel.
You disappear with the fragments of my mind,
they can not hold you forever.
Were your name not etched in stone,
i would surely forget you.
To remember you is to render myself void.
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Author:
Yorke (
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