In the end will the memories stick,
or will the distance too them be to thick?
Falling away, floating high, distance is grown,
this notion implied but not truly known.
Unless you remember the before the start,
or returned from soul and body ripped apart.
You can't tell and who would believe a lie,
when the answer is on the other side of die.
I remember before and before pulled back,
that is my experience to understand and unpack.
What I saw and what you would see,
different each experience and memory.
Do you remember?
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: September 8th, 2025 05:43
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