Repressed Memory Read Count : 49

Category : Poems

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Of what day is it which passes by, fleeting it's steps so closeby.

On the tip of my tongue it remains tied, trying to escape it's gripping binds.

Or does it hide amongst the deepest fathoms of my inner-mind.

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  • Oct 17, 2020

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