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"Please remember 

the milk 

from the store," 

that's what the note says. 

But it doesn't matter anyway 

because his mind, his memory, stays sharp as a tack. 

The stars above 

know our love. 

Written across the seas 

like melodic keys. 

Wind sweeps us away, 

settling secrets with the day. 

Whispers of the night 

To be human is a complex web of 

emotion, of 

trial and error, of 

experience without knowing what lies ahead 

but still turning one's face towards the sun, accepting 

I dreamed 

I was mist 

Blanketing the forest 

Comforting the trees 

Beautifully. 

I dreamed