Old girlfriends lay buried in the labyrinths of time,
For them the bells don’t toll anymore.
Yet, on certain moon dipped days they crawl out
Much like the aroma that wafts in
when flipping through old dust laden books.
It’s then that I revisit past lives lived
and dream of dreams that died premature deaths.
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