Nostalgia (salvaged)

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Nostalgia will make fools of us all,
Our earnestness will crumble into opiate-eyed, downward dwelling–
Our brightest days will dim into phantoms of pleasure that we imagine lost–
Their distance felt immanently. Points of enfolding desolation.

We will cease to see.

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