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 of my empty facade remain the remnants of a shattered vase its naked semblance crystal chill its sudden silence, filling me still. the bloom once held has lost its scent and I have forgotten just what it meant. as I stand here lost in dreams of younger days and higher things, I cannot help but to recall it was grand ideals that built it all; a road to remember, and all that remains are forgotten moments and a footfall washed away by rain.  |
