gutters of remembrance

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Reverse the first time

in your minds eye. Struggle

for this recollection, and heaven

is just a snowflake descending. If it

imprisons you, as it does me, please

deviate from this sapphire memory.

Clean the feeling to a luster

shine. It's times like these,

when we delve into interior

thought, rain rushing

over gutters of

remembrance. We

must be bound by

the confines of the

unrequited. This might

devour itself before any damage

is done. One sits alone this evening.

Waiting impatiently for an

escape. It's late, and

she sleeps far away.

Deeply drowning

in shallow

existential

downpours.

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