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About This Poem
'Memories'
Across a noisy plane
Where crowds gather
You can hear their chatter and laughter
I can still hear your heart beating
Even though we are past that stage
Of breathing because we have to
The only thing I feel is you
The only thing you feel is me
It is more a case of it is the only feeling
That keeps us going
In anarchy and confusion
This makes sense
Feeling you
Breathing you
Even if it’s only through memories
They sometimes talk the loudest
©300520121315
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