I've sealed my lips
To bite my tongue
Ruminate on
One still so young
Time is lost
The years have passed
Frozen stills
Of whispered past
Sentiments
Saline blurred
Bygone seasons
Gently stirred
Shall eyes reflect
Genuine contentment
Or the warmth
Of cheeks thoroughly burnt
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