Standing fast against a tide of nymphs and other goddesses Picking faces and snapping portraits and the crescent smiles Gathering broken minutes in a bouquet of unseen souvenirs It is like trying to hold wild waters with my bare hands All gone now, leaving a string of shiny pixels on the shores of my memory […]
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