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Lingering
The wheel turns down the
Dusty memories
Going back through timeless,
Waste -
Gentle is the silence
Which blows,
Through the crevices
Exposing, the lonely places -
That nobody shares.
The domain of shades,
Compelling -
In its reality
Rich with dispassion -
The wheel, continues on, its
Habitual track -
Tracing its journey not forgetting,
A single fact -
Remorse whips it fingers
Eating the flesh, as
Blood seeps through the burning ego -
Consuming the pride, that
Carelessly lingers
Hoping, for another trip.
Pia
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