April Cerise, In Memoriam
the spirit of nostalgia is passing by

when i was younger, i believed in a lot of things. no rhyme or reason.
to close my eyes and feel
the sun on my face.
tomorrow wasn't in my vernacular.
'i am a leaf, and i blow where the wind carries me,' i'd often say.
the good old days.
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