The Epigraph
Tired and pensive memory I've found.
Through the life of hidden thoughts and latent dreams.
Why have you whispered across the sea?
To such a confusing torrent, to this I'm bound.
Now, cease speaking so suddenly to me.
Hitherto the pasts unwind
always a broken, endless seam.
Two sentients live, break and bind.
Such a colourful dream.
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