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A lane called “Memory”

Today i thought of you

Got me feeling uninspired

It’s been a while

Since the last time you haunted me


Funny you used to

Be everything

Now you’re a ghost

Simply hovering


Suppose its because

I took a stroll

Down that lane

Called memory


There i walked past

The grassy spot

We used to dream

Hear the kids scream


Those days made so much sense

Now all that is left

Is the essence

Of what used to be



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