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Dec 2020
The sensation of a memory,
awoken in the mouth:
a sweetness on the tip
or sourness in a bite.
As we chew a picture forms,
the shifting sunlight drifts
across a single pane of glass -
the taste of time transfixed.
Written by
Sam Lawrence  51/M/London
(51/M/London)   
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