My mind is an amusing place -
A notebook of handwoven paper
Each memory writes itself down
Adorning the plain amber paper.
How, then, can I forget you?
You constitute my mind
I only turn pages
It takes too much to tear them and rebind.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 6:32 AM UTC
My mind is an amusing place -
A notebook of handwoven paper
Each memory writes itself down
Adorning the plain amber paper.
How, then, can I forget you?
You constitute my mind
I only turn pages
It takes too much to tear them and rebind.
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