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You used to be a memory


You used to be a memory

Now you are just a supercut that I watch over and over again.

Blurred, slurred, out of sync VHS video of you sitting near me, your Zeus-like body being a shelter from thorns that I attract all the time


I start to forget you


You are a bad-quality video

Acrylic painting, half-ruined

I used to paint you with the brightest colours

Now, that I ran out of colours; there is nothing on my pallet anymore


So, there is so more you

(And thank God!)

-- anonymous


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