As remembered from my days of yore,
there's no evocation of the forever gore
of life's never-ending unfamiliar shore.
The dearth of relevance spawns numbing bore;
Which results to aimless attemps of fervor.
As my number grow even more,
the soothing void causes more allure
Jun 20, 2021
Jun 20, 2021 at 2:31 AM UTC
As remembered from my days of yore,
there's no evocation of the forever gore
of life's never-ending unfamiliar shore.
The dearth of relevance spawns numbing bore;
Which results to aimless attemps of fervor.
As my number grow even more,
the soothing void causes more allure
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