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Memories
Every once in awhile
I take out that old photo of us
that I keep in my heart.
You know the one,
when we were down in…
You know.
And we went to that place,
and people kept telling us
that we were meant for each other…
You know.
And all the while we were holding hands
and enjoying each other’s company;
and we thought our passion for each other
would never end.
You know.
And it hasn’t.
