In the cartography of forgotten places
A topography of what's been erased
Lies a residue of what's past
A palimpsest of love and pain forever fast
In the archaeology of the soul
A stratigraphy of memories unfold
Like the rings of a tree, they tell a tale
Of seasons come and gone, of love that's failed
Whatever is left, it festers
A wound that refuses to heal
A scar that throbs with every heartbeat
A reminder of the fragility of our deepest retreat
Jan 24, 2025
Jan 24, 2025 at 1:33 AM UTC
In the cartography of forgotten places
A topography of what's been erased
Lies a residue of what's past
A palimpsest of love and pain forever fast
In the archaeology of the soul
A stratigraphy of memories unfold
Like the rings of a tree, they tell a tale
Of seasons come and gone, of love that's failed
Whatever is left, it festers
A wound that refuses to heal
A scar that throbs with every heartbeat
A reminder of the fragility of our deepest retreat
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