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The Memory
The memory speaks about love,
And tears about friendship.
It cries over the loss,
That I do not even question.
This creature is so depressed,
Where I just stand at attention,
Waiting to be called on up.
I pat the memory on the shoulder,
As it looks right through my body.
It was then that I realized;
It was the memory of Me.
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