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Jul 27
You don’t get lemon,
Life gives you lime;
The sour taste of
Traveling through time.

The past tastes like
Margarita the second time around,
Long forgotten scents
Accompany too familiar sound.

A forbidden place, you may
Gaze, but never dwell.
Memories, like sirens, hold
You captive in their spell.

If you insist on a visit,
Just don’t stay long.
Past is evidence of
Where it all went wrong.
Phasma de Oceanus
Written by
Phasma de Oceanus  23/F/Missouri
       jerrey, Jule, Nadia, Mandalina, Amanda Sheehan and 7 others
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