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Water.

They say that water holds memory,

Brooks babble softly.

And streams sing tenderly.

I sent messages up stream,

Hoping one day you’d remember me.

Kneeling by the banks,

No sound, praying silently...

Kneeling by the bed,

No words, laughing violently.

Intoxicated by the rain,

And all of love’s tragic irony.

Ripples on the pond,

Reflect eternity inside of me.

While Deja vu says that you,

Reflect true love, and that’s in spite of me.

Water.

They say that water holds memory,

So I whisper to the raindrops,

Hoping one day you’ll remember me.