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Unseen Ties
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I live in the memories of others,
whether golden or rusted,
as others live in mine—
some sweet as honey, some bitter as lime.
Yet even in decay,
the pull remains, binding us still.
A faint scent, a familiar...
I live in the memories of others,
whether golden or rusted,
as others live in mine—
some sweet as honey, some bitter as lime.
Yet even in decay,
the pull remains, binding us still.
A faint scent, a familiar...
