Squeezed
into a small corridor
of the mind
in between
the past and present
and you'll find it there
floating around
in the vast expanse
patiently waiting
for the hand of imagination
to catch it
capturing
the precious moments
nestled in the brain
waiting for
someone to remember
the simple joy and splendor
it once brought
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