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Sep 2016
Time is like a really forgetful friend.
They're always there, but, you daren't ask them to hold your car keys.
And you call them when you're on your way, to remind them.

But, forgetfullness can be contagious, and you can't always remember how much you had to begin with!
Suddenly years have slipped by and you don't know where they went.
Your body is cold and can't remember where you're buried.

Life becomes a crime scene, fingerprints tell of misplaced memories.
Nostalgia hits only when you find the missing pieces, like your smile.
And only when I hold your hand, I know all my missing pieces are safe within you!
Amanda Francis
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Amanda Francis
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