Whilst the night is still young.
Still and static...
Energies, immaturities.
Like laughs in the summer wind.
We carry ourselves.
Covered in our distractions.
Surrounded by joy.
In the day it was clouds that kept us entertained.
Detained.
Restrained with an avid hook.
Pictures bigger than words.
Memories bring comfort.
To remember is to live again.
Now to forget
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