It was only a memory,
a song,
a familiar notion,
described in elegant terms,
there you were,
by my side,
holding my hand, mine in yours, we,
together walking into the sun,
forever.
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I'm a teacher, again
To me writing is currently a release. I haven't quite decided to what degree it is I'm searching within my words, yet, I feel something matters somewhere, right?
