It's fading away quickly,
I'm trying to remember every little detail possible before it's completely gone from the tracts of my hippocampus unless my brain thinks it's important to store for a little longer than now,
It's like a painting,
A painting in the museum,
With old, rich wood,
Polished in gold,
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