of memories we lost.
Look at 'me' there,
idle,
child.
Books filled up,
of days we forgot.
Our lives have changed,
drifted,
grown.
I try, so hard
I know the film.
He filmed. I remember!
Don't I? I don't, no.
Vague shadows of memories,
inspired by the camera.
This will suffice.
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