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Apr 2017
memory reeled
It comes in flashes
Like a video reel
Cutting from clip to clip
Of your face
Your smile
Your eyes
That laugh.
I can't go back,
and I'm strangely
okay with that.
Written by
mae  29/F/ohio
(29/F/ohio)   
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