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The ghost of memory blowing through ones dreams

The faint laughter of past conversation

I remember the emotions in my bones yet forget your delicate face

 

It is too much to ask for to see thoughts clearly

Distanced from the fog of that particular reality

Still, the whispers pass over my skin

 

I am not haunted

Just held

Hovering in a space and time of memoryImage

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