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A funny thing.
Memory
is such a funny thing
I remember when
eyes half glazed
poisoned to the brim
we sat there
and you spoke to me
like none other
I remember your words
as clear as that night
I remember seeing your face
words sounding like
sweet melodies
from your mouth
of you and me
but I can’t seem to recall
your smell
or the feel of your skin
for you see
memory is a funny thing
and that’s all you are now
a memory.
is such a funny thing
I remember when
eyes half glazed
poisoned to the brim
we sat there
and you spoke to me
like none other
I remember your words
as clear as that night
I remember seeing your face
words sounding like
sweet melodies
from your mouth
of you and me
but I can’t seem to recall
your smell
or the feel of your skin
for you see
memory is a funny thing
and that’s all you are now
a memory.
Published 12th Jan 2014
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