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Memories

In the small and scattered spaces
that exist between the places
which composed my mental map of life -
I sometimes found a way

To recall so many faces
which then resurrected traces
of encounters stored in memory,
I thought time could not allay.

And yet, as years pick up the pace,
and every image is misplaced,
the ones that I would love to reach
have simply gone too far.

So please, don't hold back your embrace,
just favor me with morning grace -
I'm very sure that I will love you
once I remember who you are.

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