[413] Misplaced in Time

Rocks have memories⁣
in their holes⁣
See through⁣
To find me waiting⁣
recollecting and reflecting⁣
under a dying water body
under the pressure⁣
of the sun of time⁣

Bones have memories⁣
that my mind tends⁣
to disremember⁣
It moves to hold your face⁣
in a reflex to not find you there⁣
It stays amidst the pain⁣
in a denial to not find you here

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