Condences and compiles
All my thoughts stored in files
As though I can recall
In absolute detail
The very images
Of faces I've seen
Throughout my entire life
The very instance
Of recognizance
A light turning on
Inside my mind
Where I hope to find
Every spark becoming a flame
Every face I see coming with a name
You are not to blame
Every mind is not the same
Remembrance
Is not a game
Won or lost
Or even tied
You are the witness
After the memories have died
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