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Through cobwebbed corridors, my memory brings you backFrom an age long gone from time and space.Moments in my history I had all but forgottenNow I wat..
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Another Sunday comes aroundQuiet reflection and secret smiles.Hidden moments from memories stirred,The tacit knowledge, like a knowing child.Coffee an..
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The times we shared were wonderful.You knew how to touch me and make me your own.But that was then and this is now,And it's not love but resentment th..
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There was a time when yours were the only words worth hearing,A moment when your hand was the only one I'd hold.An eternity stretched out before us, t..
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