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Memory

Memory

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It started with you,

Your smile.

That curve of your lips,

That glimpse of pearly white teeth,

Oh! How I could die.

That smile I adored,

I know, how I longed.

The wrinkles on my face,

Are just a reminder,

Of your infectious smile.

This is my memory of you,

Your smile.


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