If I am the memories
That means presently
I don't exist
Can you see
How mental that is?
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Author:
Mutley Ravishes (
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- Published: March 2nd, 2025 06:24
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Comments5
There is depth in this short piece. Memories are what we want them to be molded by time and desire they shine or stink according to what we think.
Nice rhyme, Soren!
I see how mental that is… language can be a very strange mistress… just like its users 🙏🏻🕊
Indeed!
Absolutely can, its bonkers, enjoyed the read
Glad you enjoyed it!
You are very welcome
So, lemme guess...you're hereby relegated to mere spirit essence? You riot you, whatever shall I do with you?!
"Mere spirit essence" sounds good!
Yes, I can. But this poem…not mental at all. Brilliant in its brevity! Well done
Brevity was mean to be, for this one!
For sure!
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