Contemplations, contemplations;
Suffocating in them memories;
In and out, a new destination;
Rotting away, the walls of our galleries.
All the motion from emotion-
Knee-jerk reaction.
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It's not the same anymore,
The loss has never hurt so much before,
Now it's just thoughts- contemplations,
Feelings I wish I'd bought-abdication.
YOU ARE READING
Whiffs Of NostAlgiA
Poetry...memories , memories, memories.. that's all they are now isn't it...
