| Posted on: 1 year ago |
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| Goodbye, my own gothic premises
I won't be for long with you
But I don't want to leave you as well
The stings of memories deep within
Imbibed wholly, are all that I have
History is different from what I hear now
The inflections of pre-dominant fancies
I am what I say, to behold is impossible
The kindergarten of various spheres in life
Over and over I filled myself,
Tilted it and, spilled all over
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