A great memory.
That's what I have got.
In my eyes you might see.
Are they forgettable, no they are not.
They keep coming back when I close my eyes.
They might be big or small in size.
But they are nice to remember.
Coming back from January till December.
Then new ones come in mind.
And the old ones hide.
But I can find them anyway.
They might come back in the night maybe in the day.
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