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Starting at the ceiling Trying to grasp each feeling My mind is retiring At last from a day too tiring. But the dreams return; The remains of those memories still burn. The sounds that I once loved are biding adieus.
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Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 8:55 AM UTC
at a day's end.
Starting at the ceiling Trying to grasp each feeling My mind is retiring At last from a day too tiring. But the dreams return; The remains of those memories still burn. The sounds that I once loved are biding adieus.
Just a sketch on my mindset
SusanJacob
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Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 8:55 AM UTC
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