First Place

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The burnt edges of the memory

The memory we shared

The memory we buried

Under the pretense of nothingness

As if by pretending it didn’t happen

Will be enough to make it disappear

I can’t bear to hope

That someday we’ll be once again joyful

Full of life

Full of love

Full of joy

But that day will never come

Because it never happened in the first place.

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