Fumes of migration
A diversion
Away they take me
Stretching to a past
Never forgotten they make me
Define me
Stories with familiar faces
Road trips to unusual places
Lines mapped in my eyes
Entries to my aching insides
Routes to a heart
Disenchanted
Labyrinths to a mind
Introspected
& what truly remains
Are fading impressions
Made in pure stardust
Receding beyond
The illusory mask
Of her material sanctuary…
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