Rusty Old Promises


My brain is seized by the memories.

Memories that keep spooling the tape of lovely days.

In the end, it indicates a way to the depths of the ocean.

In the ocean, it shows a key that urges to lock another rusty old promise.

A promise to stay unfulfilled for another time.




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