A baleful glance through yesterday’s backdoor reveals lies smothered in raspberry jam where half-truths and innuendos lay dormant, unaware of the skeletal remains of wasted youth, intermingled with ancient termite excrement.
Every tomorrow has vanished into morning fog, horizons swallowed, disappearing from view.
Entombed dreams whisper from afar, “resurrect us, relive your past, your forgotten mistakes await repetition”.
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