Into the picture. Faces bleed, long aged and broken, Lives fall into disuse, pass into forgotten. Will I you forget you me? Will we all pass into the rows of the forgotten dead? Buried lives living under the damp soil. Waiting for someone to remember. To resurrect them in back mind memories. To grasp onto and hold. The want. Need to remember I You me, I wish, want, will, You I to remember. Don't let Us pass into the dead forgotten bleeding faces. Names unused with faces of the dead. Please remember. Please don't forget. Scared and soon forgotten I wait, resurrect me, remember me, my heart still beats. I am not dead yet. Save me, pull me back, breath real life into my stone bitter lips. My limbs are encased in dirt, mud holding me down; free me from my dirt prison. How it was back when my face did not bleed. My limbs encased in cloud, lifting me up. I used to fly; now I sink lower. As my life passes into disuse. Do you remember? Can you force the life of disuse into use? Con you resurrect me into clouds from dirt? Would you? Will you?

Do you have the strength to remember and hold on.
Do you want, will, wish, me to live again.
Free me
Please.
I am dying.
Forgotten.
Forget.
I want to live again.

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