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The Magic of Memory
The Magic of Memory
All the things
I plum forgot,
those moments in
the parking lot,
the way
your hair
would dance
its art,
convinced
my soul
to have
a heart.
All the things
I plum forgot,
those moments in
the parking lot,
the way
your hair
would dance
its art,
convinced
my soul
to have
a heart.
Published 4th Aug 2024
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4th Aug 2024 10:58am
5th Aug 2024 00:40am
5th Aug 2024 00:45am
Oh shit man, this.
It's a light as the hair blowing in the wind.
You did beauteous shit with this memory, my friend.
It's a light as the hair blowing in the wind.
You did beauteous shit with this memory, my friend.
