My mind whirrs endlessly on painstaking filter of memories.

One arm stamps a blood red rectangle "the end";

bold and embossed at center.

Another arm stacks and palletes.

Coldest corners, there memories rest

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Adriana
You conveyed the sadness very well. I like this line: "the train starts again from the abandoned heart's lane racing through the veins"
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@Adriana thanks very much for giving it a read.
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Comment if you liked it. It means a lot.
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