Hung up (on you)
Unhung at second glance
to reminisce
over a dark past.
A path not to move along
(although the road is clear)
The stones themselves are shaking
left begging as I peer
Among the swallowed veterans
who thought they knew better than before
A guilty distant memory
haunting a revival
with an irresistible taunt of lure…
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