You are but a mirage
a whisper of memory
In the depths of every sensory
You are but a mirage
Where stories lay acquainted
As scattered pieces appear far, as in a faint breath
Whereby close for the eye
A second late gone with a sigh
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 6:45 PM UTC
You are but a mirage
a whisper of memory
In the depths of every sensory
You are but a mirage
Where stories lay acquainted
As scattered pieces appear far, as in a faint breath
Whereby close for the eye
A second late gone with a sigh
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