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  • Remembering

    He closed his eyes,Waiting.Waiting for the memories,To flood back in.His hand caressing hers.Her eyes green as grass.Her skin always soft,And smelled simple,Like roses and honeysuckle.Memories rush fo

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Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something.
— Plato