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Jan 1
Remember me softly.
If we ever meet again, I’ll be a different phase of the moon.
Etched in the clouds and swept away in the sky.
An expansiveness that reminds us how far we come.
A dream of who we use to be.
Pressed so firm.
We grasped between the moments of breathlessness.
A growing restlessness.
The madness of just trying to make it through.
We’d never thought we would live to see the day.
2021 rolling through.
2021 cycles memory change drugs struggle happiness sadness
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