Shiny Trippy
Adding every dwelling serenity of the Blues to a Black and White world.
Monday, 4 April 2016
Left over.
Sometimes all you have left with you of them is their fading and vague scent left on your skin.
Nothing can replace.
Not a new memory,
Not a new Person,
Not even the loss of it, but only Life.
And it would still leave itself behind.
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