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SHOPPING LIST after the funeral your fingerprint lives on in a jar of Pond's Cold Cream a shopping list dug out of a drawer now a precious artifact I an emotional archaeologist unearthing a smile buried in the past all our I wills become the past tense the touch of your skin still so real to me a teardrop trickles into my ear Death unreals you then makes you more real I call your mobile just to hear you say you are not there
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Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 4:33 PM UTC
SHOPPING LIST
SHOPPING LIST after the funeral your fingerprint lives on in a jar of Pond's Cold Cream a shopping list dug out of a drawer now a precious artifact I an emotional archaeologist unearthing a smile buried in the past all our I wills become the past tense the touch of your skin still so real to me a teardrop trickles into my ear Death unreals you then makes you more real I call your mobile just to hear you say you are not there
donall-dempsey
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Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 4:33 PM UTC
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