During the early hours of eventide, in the season of winter, The last leaf that was tethered to a bough in vain did wither, My wizened face having witnessed all…
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Deep within the cobbled alleyways of my mind, Past memories lurk and pulsate in ways unkind, Layer by layer accumulating dust, They crumble and gnaw causing my mind to rust,…