Children of the MemoryA Poem by Cricket KiddWhat's done is done. It's over. Finished. Through. A memory. A memory can't hurt you. Funny, what people will believe. We are Phobos and Demos. Fear and Terror. and while a memory can't harm you, we can. We are the Children of the Memory. © 2011 Cricket KiddAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on April 14, 2011 Last Updated on April 15, 2011 AuthorCricket Kiddsomwhere over the rainbow, UTAbouti like chocolate and fantasy. I don't believe in swearing, drinking, or doing any kind of drug. I belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, I like giraffes (obviously) and I think dra.. more..Writing
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