In my old chair
I reminisce about days gone by
With my cup of joe
I salute the passerby
An old radio plays mechanical melodies
I listen to the wings of a butterfly
The flapping of rusty bodies
With my left foot, I dance to the sounds of days gone by
To commute the speech of the old language
The listening to whispers of an old world
With sight granted by nature
I reminisce my sins of days gone by
Edward, what have you done?
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Memory Fragments
FantasiaWARNING: CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Sooner or later, we all crumble beneath our fears. It's up to us to recall what makes us human and stand strong against adversity. Memories, shattered and scattered throughout our lives, come to us one by one.
