I can see the smile on your face as clearly as if there was a time when you'd looked at me that way.
I can hear the words in your voice as clearly as if there was a time you'd spoken them to me.
I can feel it.
And I wonder if I'm remembering something that hasn't happened, or if I'm trying violently to forget something that happened to another me, in a place a lot like this one.
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