There is something in:
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There is something in
the way night sings..
which causes my mind
to swim in fondest
memories.

Something like her
smile before kisses;
or tears shed after
burdens shared.

(something in the know-
ledge she will Always be
There.)

There is something
in the World that
seems to recycle
such moments.

Something which
replays varieties
of The Same expe-
rience.

But it's always
her smile before
kisses, and tears
shed after burdens
shared.
(swimming in my
Head.)

j.s.h.