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Aug 2014
my mother always found souvenirs meaningless
two years back, you brought
something back from China for me;
I've never been to China

someday I might swing by
on moondrops with a nightingale's cry
and find out which pack of 10s this pen came from

and suddenly one day
I realise that all I have left of this person
is this souvenir from two years ago
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