the past was angry
that everyone always looked at her so fondly
but no one ever came back -
so, I swam wistfully
through all her iridescent pools
until suddenly, nostalgia grabbed my ankle
and drowned me ruthlessly
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Author:
junia (
Offline) - Published: March 10th, 2022 05:50
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
wonderful imagery, thanks for sharing
thank you
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