After the storm has blown away the mask,
and made your lofty dreams to fall..
The silence slowly fills the void,
ensuring that you can't recall...
The midnight chatters or the bitter coffee,
or melodies from the otherside
That familiar smell lingering in the air,
or that gentle stroking with your hair.
How will you escape those reminiscences?
when they chase you down through your slumber,
each sense stimulating a familiar emotion,
Those ardour passions that you still remember!
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