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Apr 2015
3/5
I keep my beautiful memories
encased in clear glass jars.
They glow so warmly,
Isn't it lovely to look at the past?
We can look, but we can't touch.
I can only hope the museum
doesn't catch fire in the night.
I don't know what I'm doing anymore.
Liz And Lilacs
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Liz And Lilacs  America
(America)   
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