she was
the bonfire
flushed his cheeks
toasted warm
in the cold nights
of all the wasted youth
too stoned
to recollect all the laughs
only her cherry lips
stained on
his pea sized remain
over the years
he has searched for
the same sensation
of her dim heat
caressing his shyness
to blossom
he lost the words
to write her
into his poetry
there are memories
he cannot articulate
he cannot shake
he can only
let them be
torturous
treacherous
guity of
being young
and naive
once
Flicker of Thoughts 
Youth goes by so fast and we miss so many opportunities, so many encounters…
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True
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Some memories are burned into our minds, never to be erased.
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True, especially young love, it comes out to play on our minds every so often.
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Joshua, you have caught up heaps blog reading. Welcome back!
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Thank you! It’s so nice to be back. So far still to go!
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