In the catacombs of my own suffocation
Outside the confines of everything you know
A proclamation of nothing is not enough
Moments, snapshots exhume nothing until they become so
Presence through pictures, instant nostalgia
A knowing phenomenon I dare not reveal
Moments still in this estranged breath
But to look again, to feel not what once was
But what once has become
A pleasure everlasting whilst it never began
Oh, how I dirge to roll back
To forgo such a feeling
Is it all for nothing
Or do we freeze in such a snow
Such a feeling
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