Home Under The Ground
(a work in progress)
(a work in progress)
How can you have a memory of a memory? When everything is just fragments. Drifting away. Burrowing below.
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Once you leave.
Really leave it becomes nice memories
and if you haven’t.
I guess you can’t be nostalgic for something
you never left.