Circles

Time should take away the need, for the plasters on the scabs
But what with this pain I bleed, the present feels like the past
Memories fall to the ground, like autumn leaves
Familiarities all around, as summer leaves

As I ruin this blank page with words absurd,
Her tears fall like rain, torrential pain
It’s tragic our desires define our logic

And if I dull my senses, can I forget my vices?
I pursue my own karma, I love my chains

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