Thoughts leading me astray, giving me pleasure on dreary days filled with gray cobwebs.
Seeking many splendored hues of yesterday's rainbow of memories.
Talented novices of time, crawl toward edges of canyons, hoping to look downward into cavernous abysses and find something of worth to drown out sadness and strife, delaying the onset of grief, wetting my pillow night after night.
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