The past is behind us. The past is what we were. The past comes to our minds to remind us of some past events.
You do not know what reminds you,
about the past,
and you realize that you
too can remember the past.
That is how you know how
important is the rice,
and why then you have to know
it because it is like ice.
You fill your body with pasta,
and you want a nice,
endless night to paste,
and cut the fruit you like in slice.
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