Jade’s memory

There’s an echo in the valley these memories seem to carry;
And (my) words appear to marry-
Then stop.
A breath takes hold of a paper to pen;
Inverse reality-
We’ll call Ben.
An uncle whose face I cannot realise to reincarnate,
So I immitate a form of reverie
Yet again-
I stop.
…As it was not my mission,
Now I begin to listen.
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