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I Plant my feet in the past so I’m always attatched to the the moments and feelings that never last. Every bond I’ve made -an expiration date. Meaningful words and a warm embrace To empty handshakes

Years pass by

But still I’m confined

Prison of time

It’s all in my mind

Look to nostalgia too much I lean on it like a broken crutch.

I let it pierce Me like a shot from a loaded gun

The things that brought release just echoes of a memory

I envy all the things that I may never be