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memories seep through
nostalgia sinks in
loneliness engulfs
i think of you...
places we been to
sweet nothings whispered
every moment, seems
deja vu...
thoughts of solitude,
weaves into soliloquy
and i wonder, how
could sanity haunt...
weaves into soliloquy
and i wonder, how
could sanity haunt...
the whiskey sets in
and flame is ash now
present blurrs out
till tomorrow, repeats.
and flame is ash now
present blurrs out
till tomorrow, repeats.
- Eon Heath
Image Courtesy - Kristina Tripkovic
