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Memory
I'm forgetting.
Recollection's meaningless.
Even in my dreams, your shape's a faint and faceless mess.
Just let me rest here. I'll forget the sun.
Run, run, ran yours between my fingers.
Your memory still lingers there.
But I'll let you go, for real, this time.
This hand's no longer mine.
Recollection's meaningless.
Even in my dreams, your shape's a faint and faceless mess.
Just let me rest here. I'll forget the sun.
Run, run, ran yours between my fingers.
Your memory still lingers there.
But I'll let you go, for real, this time.
This hand's no longer mine.
Published 16th May 2017
| Edited 20th Nov 2022
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