guitar strumming in an office cubicle

the world will always remember us

as lovers

lovers who wrote

for each other
on each other
but only I know
that you wrote about me
on a notebook you barely used
with a pencil
words unclear
fading with each moment passing by
And that I tattooed you on my skin
words clear
visible whenever whoever saw me
regardless of time
or of  anything to be specific
The world will remember us
Do you remember me?
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