Ved Buens Ende
Remembrance Of Things Past
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This sweetness that surrounded us, and bled with us...
We touched it, and it smelt far worse than weeds...
I have touched winds...
I have touched sorrows...
...and I have touched the past...
It was like the love of thorns, like the beauty of dead summer.
But I, the lurker, the carrier of wounds outlived.
It.
I have left now.
The thorns embraced us,
while resemblance dragged us further down.
It burried our minds.
None shall outlive this rhyme.......
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