TRILOBITE

Passion, meet Mattress.

Face down.

Blackness.

That’s everything now.

Massive. The gavel that pounds

Against my dome, with a crashing sound.

Musical. A one-track mind.

Beautiful. That lost place in time. Memory, please, do dare to leave.

Memory. Please, could you be so kind?

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