In years to come, when you think of me, will your memory be a blurr? A nameless face, that you can't place, among a sea of fir? How will you remember me, for good times, or for bad? Will the memories be happy ones? Or will they make you sad? remeber me, my sweetest one... as I'll remeber you, with tenderness, fun and love. For these won't make you blue.
Reason for writing:
curiosity
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