When there are Manic days
where hope when not cried for
glimmers slightly,
tinting lightly on the blushing horizon
Reminisce back to those heavenly times:
sweet stretches of blissful sighs.
Remember those moments
those cheery, dazey, redolently, dreamy days.
Wait…what is that?
Oh.
Only a
silly
repression.
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