by t.a. faust
sometimes there's something
hidden within or just lost
some missing pieces
errant memories
tugging at my own heartstrings
a nostalgic fool
some missing pieces
errant memories
tugging at my own heartstrings
a nostalgic fool
we live in the Now
a present from the present
always re-gifted
imagine yourself...
but then you've already lost
a fictional past
sometimes i pretend
and other times i just can't
too close for comfort
another lost world
spinning through infinite space
here i go again
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