Nostalgia remembered,
My stomach turned blender,
These butterflies all swarmed to dust,
Silence is deadly,
The tumbleweed friendly,
Begging the sun to adjust.
Faulty clocks have ticked us off,
Eyes on a different set of faces,
A star shines bright,
Inadvertently makes night,
In the dark under streetlamps for traces.
Part of me wants to be manic,
To get flustered or not, it'll be,
An interesting test of my character,
I have got a lot to doubt,
And even more to figure out.
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