Autumn of Memory

Autumn of Memory faded and traces of identity remained silence. The day after today is not tomorrow, but the days of past, days of sunken air and neglected souls of zero datum once hegemony reigned. No mist was able to numb a wound soul or the mind when nefarious acted on time. The script of an absentness was the scull of tear from a trunkless tree.


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