She knew something was wrong,
She had felt it all along.
She couldn’t relate with things anymore.
Something was missing.
A piece of the puzzle.
They had kept it hidden from her.
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One late summer night,
When they had gone out to make merry,
Dancing round the cherry tree.
It was her only chance.
She had followed them once.
She knew where it was,
In the 1956’s damp and dusty folder.
She looked at it.
She had seen her before.
Hair, dark as ebony.
Smile, engaging.
Skin, pale as moon beam.
Eyes, innocent and blue.
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She asked them,” Who is she?”.
They said, a stranger.
She said,”Maybe I remember her”.
Their eyes widened.
They said, “You’re dreaming!”.
Now, she looked in the mirror.
She seemed different,
But had an uncanny resemblance.
A grueling pain came across her chest.
Again,
She asked them, “Who was she?
Again,
They said – A stranger.
But..
I said, I remember her.
She screamed ,” I know her! What happened to her?!”.
They held her tightly.
And said,
“A false memory”.
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