Churning, so softly, those memories
Akin to bitter tastes and lovely fragrances,
Leading to sparks of whispers everywhere.
Rivetting a break inside a flimsy
Chamber, clasping to the other side
A hook of envisages strewn across
The distance, interlacing a string of dreams.
A web of lies forming off the template
To disperse into the open space
And cast a black hole, expanding ever.
A knock, an answer, recognition follows.
Entrance inside the loaded gap of pretense,
Wiping away the dust, pulling away
The webs to renew, absorbing...the vast void.
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