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Memory

I remember a time,
when all we did was talk.
I remember a place,
where we once loved.
I remember a girl,
blonde, and beautiful.
I remember a secret,
to much to understand.
I remember us,
Young and free.
I remember a love,
we both had for art.
I remember a bond,
to strong to ever break.
I remember a heart,
that was broken one to many times.
I remember a photo,
of us in happier times.
I remember how we used to be,
but now everything shall just remain.
A memory





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