Old Love

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This old song

reminds me of the old love;

of chemical synapses

and aimless relapses

and then the lack thereof.

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It niggles in the crevice of my mind

Waiting to latch onto sight,

And then it’s a fusion

Of rapture and willing delusion;

But only when the time is right.