In my life,
I've been to places,
unbeknown to me;
often the last time,
then they filled with
new, (and?) foreign faces,
by the tactless
yet unforgiving time
Then all I had,
was the remembrance,
and the longing
for faint
- but somewhat-
aching memories
now floating below
the infinite horizon of time.
May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 7:06 AM UTC
In my life,
I've been to places,
unbeknown to me;
often the last time,
then they filled with
new, (and?) foreign faces,
by the tactless
yet unforgiving time
Then all I had,
was the remembrance,
and the longing
for faint
- but somewhat-
aching memories
now floating below
the infinite horizon of time.
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