Here's a poem I wrote. Hope you all enjoy. Part 1/4
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A life of young memories..
So extremely distant.

Fading away from all I once knew as truth.

The smells of familiar and the taste too

The voices clatter throughout

I am gently greeted by a small soul Part 2/4
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She walks up to me, takes my hand

"Come I need to show you my art work and my project I did very well on."

Her hand cold
it touches mine

She directs me to a classroom

She goes in
I open the door

I follow her

Desks are out of line