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My best memories are not with her, And I will forever remember them, The reason I built my imagination, Till my childhood was there to stay, Enjoying the imaginary car crashes, Less than an ambition it was never. How clearly I remember myself, Often playing with glistening toys, They were mostly cars and tracks, When my mind drove 'em like an elf, Healing my loneliness with their jumps, Eyes glittering with the picturization, Ears hearing the imaginary blasts, Love was simple & objective then, Seemed the best life to a kid me.
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May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC
My Best Memories
My best memories are not with her, And I will forever remember them, The reason I built my imagination, Till my childhood was there to stay, Enjoying the imaginary car crashes, Less than an ambition it was never. How clearly I remember myself, Often playing with glistening toys, They were mostly cars and tracks, When my mind drove 'em like an elf, Healing my loneliness with their jumps, Eyes glittering with the picturization, Ears hearing the imaginary blasts, Love was simple & objective then, Seemed the best life to a kid me.
My Mattel Hotwheels toy car collection used to be the biggest in the city. I wonder if I still have it in the store room. My HP Poem #1550 ©Atul Kaushal
Atul
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35/M/Indian
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC
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