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My Long Term Memory
My memory of you lives
in my memory foam.
My bed still remembers
our lazy Sundays,
when we too tired too wake up.
My blankets remember
how we would move
impossibly closer to each
other on cold nights.
One of my pillows...
in my memory foam.
My bed still remembers
our lazy Sundays,
when we too tired too wake up.
My blankets remember
how we would move
impossibly closer to each
other on cold nights.
One of my pillows...
