MEMOIR | We are but a mere memory entangled in time. Leaving the imprints that forged the trails we take. Years, days, hours. And yet we live to tell the tale of old, the everlasting love we hold. The flight of songs and poems inside our bones. For every life that ever forms, or ever comes to ...
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