From the Backyards of the Memory

Years of dreams kept these greens fresh in me. An unhinging end of the world, among the deep dark forests, whose walls I can’t say were like chiselled stone. Rather the walls were the mud, backed by time. A pure dream, that often woke me amidst the

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