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Many More Memories

 
 
A memory of us, together,
came to me, suddenly.
You were laughing, I could see you clearly,
you took my arm and nuzzled close. 

It was as if it was happening again,
and I felt all the joy I'd felt the first time.
The memory came to me on its own, 
and it made slowly realize...

all the memories that we were making,
so many, such beautiful ones. 
We'd be making them together always
and I thought, "Oh, such treasures we have."
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