I fish for memories that I once lost.
The harsh defeat like bitter taste of lime.
The memories upon my past embossed.
Intrinsically obsessed with rod and reel.
I fish this lake for what I cannot find.
The happiness is fake, sadness is real.
Nothing else matters in my state of mind.
But I will not concede defeat quite yet.
My memories of you are worth too much.
So I will hold your smile and not forget.
But there is no way to feel your touch.
As minds explode and thoughts flow red forever.
I wonder if we could have died together.
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