Forget me - Reflections of life and abstract thoughts
Bazaar of wishes that have not yet been cherished by anyone.
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I am the rupture of the gills that filter the thoughts

The fissure that sanity slips

The rancid hint of last joy

Fatal your pressure on the skin relief

The empty savanna focused Frost

The present detention and lobotomizado

I am instantly from your “- Forget me.”