• me_the_unpredictable 23w


    A walk down the memory lane

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    Intensified reveries brush past my memory's lane,
    Feebly recollecting the pleasure giving summer eves , not emitting a heavy heave.
    Rocking me to and fro , through and in tow , touching each dead essence and bent crossbow.
    No periphery , nor an origin ,
    This blackness continues to grow , in my bosom's illusion.