Remember Me/You

When faces stick to names… then they’re gone completely;
Slow burning from the unsmoked fires of rainbow coloured flame.
As sentences of broken code are pillowed, all memory weathered in sheet lightning, reflections of you lie as you reflect on delayed whispers; that speed  you through to inevitable sleep.

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