Well, I'm a little uncertain about this one. I'm not sure how poetic it sounds. Here it is:
Memory
Just an image
inside your
head. So
important, who knows
why?
Without these, what
are we?
Shells called humans,
no conscience or
soul. We
cannot have
those
without learning from
past
mistakes.
If
never forgotten, always
treasured,
you will never
lose touch with your
humanity.
Kind of long, I know.
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