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Recount my name for anyone who might remember me.
My pleasures gathered from afar, though not all agonies.
I seize my memories as dreams; desires as things of old,
But I remember every touch and promises gone cold.
And just to feel this hand again undoes one ancient pain,
Though well I know a second hence, I lose you once again.
I won’t retrace forgotten paths that left you far from me,
But I’ll embrace all moments now that once held such as we.
