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I can no longer remember

the peace I felt way back then,

in those forgotten moments.

My heart is now as cold as an

ice storm in December.

In those forgotten moments,

we were more than intimate.

Your thoughts were my thoughts,

Your ways were my ways;

in those forgotten moments.

In those forgotten moments,

my heart sang Your praise.

But selfishness, it rots

the heart, and nothing is left pure.

Now, I cannot remember

the peace I felt way back then,

in those forgotten moments.