1/10/2016

But

New aspirations fill this room
But the fragrance of a love
Lost and forgotten
A love that still lingers
Into the dark of the night
Into the triumph of every morning..
The memories drift
Cutting sharp through
All the New ness
Is this what we mean by
We get what we deserve?
Or
Is it a choice of convenience.
A deal, a big deal of naughts.

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