Distant Past

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A distant past mirth
Upon your mourning present,
It hunts, well it hunts,
Day and night,
As if you suffer a curse
From your friends and foes,
Wounded you of a distant past,
Still falter upon the alleys,
Of the same distant memories
As vivid as of a beloved dream
As delicate as the dawn dew,

Well it’s reality!


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