As I walk into the room
Carrying meaningless thoughts and purpose,
I sat my eyes,
On a thing that used to be,
The reason for me to be who I am.
Dusty cheap glass frame I-,
Was brought back by memories
Of me and you.
Smiling to the past, I,
Cleared the dust on the glass,
With my bare hands,
And let the memories
Rush back through my brain.
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