Forgetting in a sense of re creating the old
faces from the past reoccur in the night and they're all gone and done
This thought is stiff like the lips of winter
Blue and red and blue and red
Just enough light coming through my unseen bones
Travel my head through this hazy entity
Forgettting in a sense of belonging
where/ in
the only real images now are my dreams and the
oblivion
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