🌸|| UNSUNG RECITATION

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I've reminiscences to recite,
about mournful members, vivacious dreams
and dead that slumbers.

I've reminiscences to recite,
about credulous autumns, rekindled spring
and frosted winters.

I've reminiscences to recite,
not about glee not even grief
But to self discover every tomorrow,
that would be.

I've reminiscences to recite,
about dissociated ends
and evanescent starts.

I've reminiscences to recite,
about loyal demons, unveiled angels
and cliched musings.

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