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Temporarily Joyous, yet Permanently ailing

Daggered words
Piercing hearts
Soft hand blows
across my scarred memory.
Treasured events
locked in time
replaying over
my frame of mind.
Awakening souls
these little products
swirling fantasies
of distorted images
Filling with joy
only temporary
yet, ailing permanently
my persona.