Dwell
Those dulcet shadows
chased my figure,
dancing. a motif,
that refrained
to end of those pages,
a requiem of endless sobriety
to those euphoric seconds
lost to me.
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Those dulcet shadows
chased my figure,
dancing. a motif,
that refrained
to end of those pages,
a requiem of endless sobriety
to those euphoric seconds
lost to me.
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Hannnah
Tue 10th Mar 2020 21:50
Thank you Po!