I do remember, fourth of November
We discarded reality, and ran away
Lived by the faith that we'll last forever
The lingering flaps of the butterfly wings
An endless garden of roses and daises
Hands tied together, we roamed around
But I got trapped in an amber
Can't get myself to escape
I saw your figure holding hands with someone else
Thought I'd be back but someone's got your back
Tossing coins down the water
Asking that you won't forget one thing
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the archives from batch no. 823
Poetrya collection of unsaid thoughts, archived in my mind and now written in words.
