The wonder drifts with the thought of how many times do we even cross their selfish minds... Thinking, the end came well before the sounds of voices spoke of a different time of the finalization was to approach muted with tongue tie... Where do we wind up as the imagination plays with them lingering in memories.?. Entertaining the what the fucks from time to time wasting good energy... In the moments lives slow down n alone settles in... Do they retract on their goofiness as relations were used up with remembering their version of emotions lent.?. Questions catch the attention here n there for the did n giggles... As patterns of others remind us of what to keep as lessons learned as triggers... As often as the recollection rolls through the now of past endings... There is no need to defend me... As in they didn't pull through time as it found other visions to carry... N their forgotten faces have been deleted with the curiosity from the eyes caring...
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