Reflection #16
Now that there is no bourn in life, no trail to follow.
Having to indulge in reminiscence, to escape into oblivion.
Just so to placate myself in place of the memories I raped.
That pash we've had at the start.
All the late.night.trysts.
The gifts for no occasions.
Your deep, velvet voice.
Now that we had broke free of each other's reins.
And that our camaraderie has come to the end.
Without reason you are still latched firmly onto I.
Causing I to berate myself for my own decision.
I don't think I have even known you at all from the start till the end.
Having to indulge in reminiscence, to escape into oblivion.
Just so to placate myself in place of the memories I raped.
That pash we've had at the start.
All the late.night.trysts.
The gifts for no occasions.
Your deep, velvet voice.
Now that we had broke free of each other's reins.
And that our camaraderie has come to the end.
Without reason you are still latched firmly onto I.
Causing I to berate myself for my own decision.
I don't think I have even known you at all from the start till the end.
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