Memories crash like the waves within the caverns of our minds:
churning crests of euphoria into troughs of grief
spraying, every so often, a vaguely familiar sensational mist
only to be ripped away by a jealous cerebrum
rejecting our desire to remember.
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Author:
Eric Gama (
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- Category: Reflection
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