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Your Pictures From Aeon

I still find beautiful pictures of you Painted on my frail heart. One, two, maybe three but not few, Hanging beneath its wounded parts Daily blurred further by nostalgic tears. Your voice re-echoes Like fired cannons, It haunts worse than geckos Peeping through dark shadows from aeon. Adieu lost love,once again.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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