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The Veins In The Floor

Written in the sand is my dreams and delusion. Wanting it to disappear, I wrote my heart and soul, so desperately I have become in that moment, but when the waves came in, it erased the names, unfortunately, it didn't erased the love I have.

Like veins in the floor as if by magic I was able to see the memories that I thought was gone for years. But there it was and damn. How foolish I have become. As the veins glowed like gold on the sand, it brought me a thirst to fall asleep and just never wake up. But so, I pulled myself out of that trance and began doing my job.

A summer memoir of mine. When my hair is tied in a bun as I watch the servants tried to save the drying and dying flowers outside the manor. I watch them then fan myself as I could also feel the heat the plants are also feeling outside.

"Do you need water?" Said she who is frantically fanning herself with the paper where I just wrote something important there.

"Not yet," then she mumbled how she badly needed a drink as she began to stride towards the kitchen. I let her be and tries to finish my poem.nmy eyes are trained in the papers right in front—and it's asking me to write something and as I try to write an another paragraph, a handkerchief became visible in the side of my paper. Someone brought me a handkerchief, I thought.

As I look up, I saw him. The bane of thy existence. The catalyst of thy existence. He smiled at me before leaning in and giving me a kiss in my forehead before leaving. I froze in my spot, the same time she came out of the kitchen feeling refreshed. Good thing, she didn't notice me frozen. When did summer become spring?

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