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The Loop
Where is it that I embellish time?
Seeking refuge in the caverns and rooms of the mind.
Wherefore are the pangs and hurt transcended?
Within a patchwork frame of memories I never mention.
Incessantly, waves crash upon my form,
Laying waste to that which has already been torn.
My self a reflection of the things I've lost,
Too broken or perhaps seemingly pieces of the things I forgot.
Through the mountains and valleys of my dreams,
Forever searching for the strength to apply purpose to what I mean.
Describing my longing in short and brief sentences,
Only to end up where I started, the beginning of an ellipsis.
© Sonnerr
Seeking refuge in the caverns and rooms of the mind.
Wherefore are the pangs and hurt transcended?
Within a patchwork frame of memories I never mention.
Incessantly, waves crash upon my form,
Laying waste to that which has already been torn.
My self a reflection of the things I've lost,
Too broken or perhaps seemingly pieces of the things I forgot.
Through the mountains and valleys of my dreams,
Forever searching for the strength to apply purpose to what I mean.
Describing my longing in short and brief sentences,
Only to end up where I started, the beginning of an ellipsis.
© Sonnerr
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