#1743-Worn
09/05/2022
Discolored images,
From past lives,
That refuse to die.
On cloudy days,
When memories return,
Cracked, faded, bittersweet.
But days do end,
New memories arrive,
To fill voids left behind.
And so,
The game continues,
As towards simplicity,
We reluctantly go.
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