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Picture without a name
There is a picture without a face
on my beside table, looking at me
And the name, I can't quite place
But I know they're important (probably)
I see the figure gaze from glass
a shadow in my lonely mind
'Who are you, friend?' my thoughts ask
but no answers can I find
I touch the picture with my hand
in hopes to regain the memory
but I withdraw, for I'll be damned,
I can't find the answer inside of me
Do I take down the picture and hide it away
in hopes I'll remember him some time?
For now I'll stare at that face, he's here to stay
Until I remember this heart of mine.
