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Larissa
I’ve been stumbling down
The corridors of memory,
Brush in hand;
Hoping to repaint
Parts of our story,
And,
I realize I’ve been looking for you
Behind every door,
In every hazy thought;
I suppose I got what I deserved;
I can only wish that I had not.
The corridors of memory,
Brush in hand;
Hoping to repaint
Parts of our story,
And,
I realize I’ve been looking for you
Behind every door,
In every hazy thought;
I suppose I got what I deserved;
I can only wish that I had not.
Published 6th Aug 2023
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