There is no escape

There is no escape, no escaping this fate, no escaping this place of reminder and tokens, of muffled souvenirs: memories’ odd knick-knacks and uncovered keepsakes.

There is no escape, no escaping this fate, no escaping this place of waterworked-carping, of sniffling tears and gluttonous moaning: complainings’ troth plighted to life everlasting.

There is no escape, no escaping this fate, no escaping this place of hideous stories, half-unburied tales of forbidden assignations: an unsubtle trysting with disinterred memory.

There is no escape, no escaping this fate, no escaping this place of winsome glee and gurgling hilarity, of mirth’s fleeting charms: rare recollections crushed into treasure.

There is no escape, no escaping this fate, no escaping this place of accustomed accord and habitual being: confinement elected, a duly selected and well-known custody.

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