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My first love, memories stolen from me. |
| Scattered images linger- trapped, in portals of time and space. Splinters of your reflection- lapse, and hide from me your face. You were my first love--tender, first kiss, my first embrace. Time has dotted out our love- faded hinting of secrets not yet erased. |
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