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Category: Writing and Poetry
A memory from the distant past
slightly unpleasant, like the medicine of a childhood cough.
More than a score of years gone by
And yet, you say you loved me then?
My 13 year old self is wryly amused
but the sour-cherry taste has faded.
And I see your light...
dim, distant, but glowing none the less.
Namaste.
1:37 AM
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