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a season of subtlety
 should i say something sentimental?
there's really every reason to forget.
but why haven't i forgotten yet?

does this date still mean anything?

i pierce my glare down a road so close to your old home.
to our old memories.
to a world of could have been and once was.

i remember young words
and fresh snow
and old cars.


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