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Whispering memories

whispering memories of times ago when days seemed slow to me. I feel a fugue a solemn mood, a deep sad cut in the nights copper colored fabric born on a lazy breeze. I cannot smile can,t chance the while, can,t see the where, only feel that there was more to see, but then i just forgot. Forgot to know the where to go, yes i just forgot.

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