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Waiting For An Echo
The cold dripping silence,
day after day…
Washes the future,
past floating away
Drop by drop,
filling up with regret
Drowning the moment
-caught in its net
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
day after day…
Washes the future,
past floating away
Drop by drop,
filling up with regret
Drowning the moment
-caught in its net
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
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Waiting For An Echo
Waiting For An Echo