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Expedition To An Unknown City

here, I am now resting besides the graves of my memories and plucking black flowers grown to their ugly chests and with a spade, digging the hole to grab all the soil to rewrite my past, although knowing thats quite impossible. i am in an unknown city, with my some well wishers, the city proves to be full of graves and vast skeletons i cannot rest my legs on them as they are pious remains and their souls instruct the whole city with their bizzare eyes. i am unable to decide, why my fate has taken me to this city, have i done something wrong or just craved for you and I know my discovery would lead me among one of them Last night, I encountered a virgin soul, weeping on her grave, she was a beauty and a heartful lady in her best clothes I w had no courage to go to her, and asked her what the matter was, somewhat like she too was feeling what I felt at the beginning I wish, she might understand the pain of the dark memories And that city lies in the heap of the dead memories.

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