Blast From The Past
When I first set eyes on you
I was thrown back
to a time when I was on a bumpy track.
I still recall that time of slippers
and bouts of jitters.
It was a phase
where I was lost in a maze.
Now I close my eyes
to cut the ties
to a past
where I was stuck in a blast.
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