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What If
I
feel pleasant to spell your name,
hear echoes of your voice,
recall all bygone time,
can’t silence my hope,
can’t move ahead,
can’t be the same,
can’t forget.
Why, can't we,
dream the same?
Published 24th Feb 2018
Author's Note
Theme: “Forget”, what she said. Then, nothing matters.
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