There's something that binds us
Something deep, primitive yet unique
You won't understand it
We don't understand it either
It is something, beyond description
It cannot be bound by the mundane vocabulary
Or dragged to the ground by efforts to unveil
A fleeting emotion that comes haunting back
Loyal to a lost tune
A forgotten phrase
The feeble hope of visiting of a long lost place
And time
But it exists
Even though fleetingly for brief lapses in my own conscience
But it still survives
An uneasy ghost of a beautiful past
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