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Vague Memories

Steamy, that's what I would call it now,
though looking back on it at this point
in time, I think I would say it was little
remnants of what never was anyway.
What once seemed so real in another life
now presents itself as just another memory.
A memory of nothing can be no memory at all
and therefore it is a mere vapor among vapors.
The past is foggy and no steam it entails.
Who will ever know or care that steam is
a mere fabrication in one's often paralyzed mind
of regret upon regrets of another place and time?

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