None of That

A brand new day where memory fades.

That what you told me in ancient songs; That I would not become.

Too young to know about your failed DREAMS.

Too young to know that you were really speaking about you.

Just stayed long enough to remember your pain.

I can’t remember your face.

Dennis Mantin

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