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I remember the places…

Not like the house where I grew up, or where I went to school
But significant, detailed, places in my life

I remember the places where dreams were formed

The spot under the bridge where I used to play
Full of graffiti and broken glass, yet a comforting place to relax and reflect

The bus where I met the first girl I kissed
Just like that scene in Forrest Gump

I remember the places…

The bar, the very stool, where a friendship first formed
An impossible beauty that still baffles me how she could be interested
In anything a simple Animal like me has to say

A spot by the river, after a fantastic walk
Laying in the sun, feeling
In that moment, truly knowing love is real

I remember the places where dreams came true

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