Oblivion
(poems go here) Was it the warm bright sun
That made everything you do look so fun
Was it those deep brown eyes
That made me see pass the lies
Was it the smell of fresh grass
That made me forget everything in the past
I was blind for not noticing the small details that make the moments worth remembering.
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