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My dearest Amaryllis,

I followed your traces,
a faint scent in my lucid dream.
This memoir,
a reminder of those dreary nights
mindlessly wandering through the winding corridors.

O dear, O my,
like a plague,
decayed and rotten me to the core,
like a fever,
intertwined and agonized me with madness.

The downward spiral of a twisted fate,
am I slowly losing it,
or am I just mindlessly holding it,
pieces of a meaningless monochromatic film.
What a world, where the merry and sorrowful coexist,
such a reality, I wish to be set free from it,
and yet,
there you are again.

Daydreaming,
all but in my dreams
all and lost again.

Forever and always,
Your Raven