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SOMETHING UNKNOWN AND NAMELESS
Like a frightened, frail, shivering little finch,
The glare of my eyes hit the surrounding scenery.
I was entering the infancy of my memory,
It was to replace the prior usurped memory,
With these dreamlike images before me.
Was I entering the place of my dreams, or
Was it another usurped memory?
I mused,
The stillness of the moment had overwhelmed my sensations,
My heart was drenched,
From a spring of youthful,
Fresh, crisp, eternal dreams,
My heart was drenched,
Oddly warm,
Oddly soothing tears.
