| Past |

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I could feel the dark clouds forming in my head,
here, yet again,
to rain my mind with those memories,
and flood it with regrets.
And as it got too overwhelming,
I couldn't think straight,
the brackish water had eroded my thoughts,
and it needed an escape.
So it rushed out the dams of my eyes,
which, are now rusty red,
from all the salt of the past.


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