Only me
I'm the voice of your memories,
the caress of a moment.
I fight constantly to have you,
to return you to my recounts.
What good is a feeling?
I can't find you
It's not you,
it's me.
I have walked paths,
entire routes,
recounts.
Just me.
Remembrance conveys words,
words convey moments,
I go back to the beginning,
I breathe in silence.
The world is left with a memory
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