Like a mirage/
A dream you can’t clearly remember/
Like voices places scents you can’t forget/
Like a song sung in trance/
Like a life lived in a glance/
Like moments that smother/
Like haziness that follows teary eyes/
Moans of pleasure n anguished cries/
Like looking through a frosted glass/
Like being stuck in a hundred year ol dense thick cobweb you everyday cast/
Is what remembering you and your memories is like
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