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the paper, torn old garments, worn faces, forlorn ancestors, born towns, dust forbidden, lust crime, just metal, rust these days were sepia like everything around the trees, the grass, the lovers even the cobbled ground trapped in torn parchment in a long forgotten attic in a colorful world more theatrical, dramatic sepia, sepia, sepia and only still forgotten, denied only a cabinet to fill and soon, you and I too sepia will take our faces drained of color nothing left to make.
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May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC
sepia
the paper, torn old garments, worn faces, forlorn ancestors, born towns, dust forbidden, lust crime, just metal, rust these days were sepia like everything around the trees, the grass, the lovers even the cobbled ground trapped in torn parchment in a long forgotten attic in a colorful world more theatrical, dramatic sepia, sepia, sepia and only still forgotten, denied only a cabinet to fill and soon, you and I too sepia will take our faces drained of color nothing left to make.
#sepia#old#people#life#death#voices#mind#existential#forgotten#love
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May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC
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