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Sep 2021
The tiny pasta stain from my birthday,
     I’ll let it set in
Every photograph taken late at night
     Etched into memory
The lingering smell on our pillowcases
     I’ll try to remember it
Your jar of water so perfectly placed
     Waiting to be refilled
Every piece exactly how you left them
     Cherished
A perfect freeze of the last time
     Waiting for the next time
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dust  F/Minnesota
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