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Limerence
I feel time passing like nails on my skin
Piercing, commanding, but ephemeral
It floats by while I'm left to singe within
Nursing echoes that ring true like spells
Against the auroral skies my head bows down
But never hangs heavy
Evergreen vinyls, abandoned hometown
You still lurk in the shadows of my periphery
I see you when my hands cradle my head
And when I'...
Sunday 21st September 2025 4:10 pm

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