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rachit Mar 2015
Yesterday seems to have quietly slipped away
An ephemeral memory, always beyond grasp
Gliding towards the past, drifting further away
to a place where magic was real
Where toys were always broken
and homeworks always half-finished
Where judgements were mere words
and words had no meaning
All that's lingering are soupy snaps
Of those moments of perfection,
etched and frozen forever in my head
Idea from *To Be a Child Once More* by a deleted account

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