Motif

She scrambles my timeless moments

Redefines my mind

And signs my dreams on the kerbs of waking

What of those moments

Might be recovered

Is it to feign to blow ones cover

And say the same is never the same

As it never was

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

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