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Thinking of you
I still think of you
Often
Like a double espresso
On Sunday morning
You come rushing back
Assaulting my senses
Flashing memories
I can’t let go of
Churning them into
Confetti
To sprinkle on my soul
So I
Never forget
Often
Like a double espresso
On Sunday morning
You come rushing back
Assaulting my senses
Flashing memories
I can’t let go of
Churning them into
Confetti
To sprinkle on my soul
So I
Never forget
Published 1st Nov 2022
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