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Jan 2021
I wanted to give you back
All the things you left in my house
After you left me

But the memories
Are persistent
And ever-existing in every crevice
Of the old home

They will not fit inside the box
And rather choose to crawl into my dreams
And remind me of what I’ve lost
Written by
max  M
   --- and erica lynn
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