Imprinted memories
The face of your lover, your coffee cup, your cigarette, that voice whispering I love you in the background,
in that soft music you melt, trying to find your lover to collect your scattered memories.
But something went wrong that time, you're stuck in your own moments.
The cigarette has finished. The coffee was dry in that white cup.
And You, you become a part of that table.
Lost in time.
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