Paris in The Rain

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You are part of my memory that feels like 
a shuffled mp3 playlist, playing randomly.
I do think of you...from time to time.

Human memory is a mystery itself.
There are times when
I feel like vanishing you into the thin air,
at least in my head.
But it's funny sometimes,
that I'm letting you in,
rocking my head like a lonely in gorgeous song in slow-motion,
especially when it's raining outside.

I guess, that is how you to me.
A bitter-sweet memory that is too sweet to let go
but confusing enough that I want to erase it so badly.

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Everything about you is like...

Paris in the rain.