Fragments Of A Memory

If you reach far enough back in time
you grab fragments of a memory,
and it’s hard to know what’s real,
like long forgotten dreams
washed upon the shore,
but they stick to us,
inside our rib cage
like mother’s milk,
and you want more.
So much more.

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