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Rabbit Hole

I walk down the avenue to THE GREAT ESCAPE, these clouds UP, above me DRIFT AWAY. SEASONS OF LOVE and winter days. These walls are higher than I recall. I fight back nostalgic tears as I begin to search the ground for a secret key. I’ve been here before, maybe all along and all alone, but my tender heart has mended since you said no to my love.

I’ve not given up but these times are tough. I hold myself in my hands at night dreaming of you and what we once had.

No time now to go back in time in memory. I need to move on down this rabbit hole.

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