Quarantine
Lingering thoughts of old memories
Taunt me to return
Dwelling on past "happiness"
Innocence and carefree
Gleaming in my eyes
That of stars and possible life
Held by society
More of a strangle hold
Packaged and boxed
Perhaps thinking is a curse
Connecting the dots
Doesnt even make a picture
Inkless pens
Ghost writing
No traces of smoke
Extinguished fire
A bird with no feathers
In-sanitized
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