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Sep 2024
Memories are what we would call
the ephemeral hues
on the canvas of time,

the intricate outlines
of painstaking work
seeming a blur from the distance;

all blending into the faded echoes
of our past regrets.
Could a canvas really be blank but so striking at the same time?
Sora
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Sora  14/F/Home.
(14/F/Home.)   
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