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My eyes, throbbing with agony, bore through the window,   desperately seeking the freedom of sky.   To my surprise the crabapple tree   possessed joyous magenta flowers,   providing an unexpected   jubilant assault of my mind.   Lush leafy erratic branches,   a turmoil of spring beauty   stood in striking empathy of my silent cries.   The afternoon sun pales the majesty of magenta. As only love can pale agony.   Memories live forever, is a haunting horrible lie.   Unlike me, those magenta flowers don't need a why.... My love for her will never die.   The majesty of those magenta flowers,   if only for a moment, seizes and saves me deep inside.
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Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 7:40 AM UTC
Majesty of Magenta
My eyes, throbbing with agony, bore through the window,   desperately seeking the freedom of sky.   To my surprise the crabapple tree   possessed joyous magenta flowers,   providing an unexpected   jubilant assault of my mind.   Lush leafy erratic branches,   a turmoil of spring beauty   stood in striking empathy of my silent cries.   The afternoon sun pales the majesty of magenta. As only love can pale agony.   Memories live forever, is a haunting horrible lie.   Unlike me, those magenta flowers don't need a why.... My love for her will never die.   The majesty of those magenta flowers,   if only for a moment, seizes and saves me deep inside.
Memories live forever is a lie. My mom suffers dementia and has lost most of her short term and long term memory. It's shattering.
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Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 7:40 AM UTC
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