I Remember My Last December by Faceless Mirror
I remember my last December.
Looking at the dusty pictures,
my eyes grow bitterly cold.
It consumes me!
A second later,
I toss away the key.
I succumb to depression!
Stress soaks the brain.
Will the door
always remain locked?
It hypnotized me!
The secret has absolute control
to conquer my poetic shadow.
© Faceless Mirror
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