While the world advances
on its temporal track
and looks for new ways
to begin,
I recede .
I retract my steps back
to bolt myself in
the dungeon of
his memories.
I abhor newness.
Call me archaic,
if you will .
But the fact is,
I am still his.
on its temporal track
and looks for new ways
to begin,
I recede .
I retract my steps back
to bolt myself in
the dungeon of
his memories.
I abhor newness.
Call me archaic,
if you will .
But the fact is,
I am still his.
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