I move along the memory lines –
A rosy filter fills me with nostalgia.
Those days before technology –
watching movies with the parents,
and listening to cassette tapes.
I move above the memory lines –
all the filters fall away to reveal
Brown.
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I move along the memory lines –
A rosy filter fills me with nostalgia.
Those days before technology –
watching movies with the parents,
and listening to cassette tapes.
I move above the memory lines –
all the filters fall away to reveal
Brown.