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Incense smoke floats around my room, like ghosts of my memories. The right way to describe it enters and leaves me daily, soft voices too timid to stick around.
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Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 3:28 PM UTC
Recrudesce
Incense smoke floats around my room, like ghosts of my memories. The right way to describe it enters and leaves me daily, soft voices too timid to stick around.
#past#old#february#ghosts#relive#recrudesce
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Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 3:28 PM UTC
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