Locked Instant Tragedy
Lingering time.
We lost that silky innocence.
Locked instant tragedy,
but the hot sadness I remember,
and all those aged thoughts.
Foreign blue mornings,
and soft loaded eyes,
I remember all considerably.
Once again,
my feelings bring me down.
The great moments:
the soft kisses in the dark.
But the bad:
from these I must refrain.
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