Treasures to a mememory treasure,
stored well drafted,
vanished, dissolved,
added to air and dust...
kissed and sealed and framed well,
where no eraser could dance,
beating the shivering of the lips...
old so long time passing,
longer than Arabian night's...
✍️Rwrites
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Rwrites (Pseudonym) (
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