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René Peyrol, Bathers in the Forest, 1887
Will this constant state of nostalgia ever detach itself from me?
Detoxifying and freeing.
I fear it will only worsen from here
He will remember what it was like to sit in a classroom,
learning a subject entirely unconnected to Him,
won’t even count.
He will remember the late night pulling into the driveway
after a rendezvous with our friends.
And He’ll remember what it was like to love.
I fear he will not leave, only gather the ammunition he needs to make my heart bleed each time I hear that song.
— A.M. Sención
10.04.2024
This writing is my original work. Do not reproduce without permission.
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