somewhere, in the clouds
of greying dreams and hair
prey to the treacherous pull of time
i linger, lost –
my words stolen,
priceless memories torn away
and tainted with the worst
i linger, lost,
waiting for the end.
somewhere, in the clouds
of greying dreams and hair
prey to the treacherous pull of time
i linger, lost –
my words stolen,
priceless memories torn away
and tainted with the worst
i linger, lost,
waiting for the end.
Beautiful!
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