Past Tense
Like the brown colour of dried blood
The feelings
Perhaps have elapsed under
The thick currents of time
Memoirs of past whispers
Cloud my existence
Seeking
Still for eyes that could cry
The pounding beats
Of a sick heart plead
For those hushed laughters
To return
And walks late nights
With hands entwined
Are as vivid as they can be
Some strolls through stones
And rain through the fog
Those million kisses
Have [...]

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