The mind flips its pages
Comes back to the same
Unpleasant memories
It would rather forget
On sweaty summer nights
The personal doom scrolling
Of the past is intense
To get past the time of the sick ascent
To the heavenly valley of clouds
Is as arduous as a steep trek
Find me a switch for good memories
Especially when I meet old friends
Teach them to flip one too so that
When we part we want to meet again.
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