forgotten dreams
We don’t want to know the truth…
Or do we?
We don’t want to feel the endless breath upon your soul lips…
Or do we?
The echoes of our past lives seem to haunt us all in our own ways
And the answers found in the ocean that we dare not recollect
Into actual words become our
Downfalls…
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