Who did you say you were?
I feel like I know you.
But, I can't remember.
We've done this dance before, A time or two, at grandeur
We spoke at long about the days
Of yesteryear.
Comfort tours the air
Around us here.
Its warm and natural
Like holding hands with kin
As I stand here reminiscing
On who I used to be
I shed that life, four skins ago
Now lets walk forward, in this moment, happy to still be me.
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