Why do we gloat over our miseries?
A foresaken kerchief encasing a sacred pendant...a sacred relationship gone putrid or was there one? A lizzard scurries.
Long foresaken vapours condensing to minuscule drops of congealed water. I dream of a cave...flight if birds.
Silly questions "What is your favorite color?"
A lonliness that seethes a house haunted by memories a presence that lingers a voice that chases away sanity in me...obscurity demeans reason. I perceived or so I thought.
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