Personal Literature

Reminiscent #3

I see the smell of yearning

Deadly sins soar over me

Deceived, denied, neglected

by the portal of tangible dreams

Walking slowly through the droopy eyes of you

Ain’t nothing but sins

of half human

Living in the deep of acres wood

A time for us

Which flies so fast

I heard the giggling,

but then the reminiscent bursts

of a new world I’ve hoped we live in


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