Things I know

I reminisce about the conversations I had yesterday I reminisce about tomorrow, all those obliged conversations I know I won't like I am so nostalgic Why so? Except when everything else is awfully quiet My own knowledge is a self-distraction And no point of views are allowed interjections I reminisce about this melody It always plays out in my head Like a walking party Such a quicksand! The more I move the deeper I sink into myself

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