Ether


Reckon the memories tick, tock.
She occupies herself with texture
weaving through the halls.
Melody immovable I urge
burst open the vault.
A forsaken wasteland grows weaker.
Our smiles reveling
connecting in the fruity verve.
Years converging
she lives safely in her mind.

 

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