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A thousand snapshots, too many for a single box
So many inanimate objects
now cursed, blessed.

Millions of songs, flavors and colors,
ruined now,
perpetually attached to you

As I am

Soaked to the skin
Drenched
Covered in memories deeper than any flood could
leave behind

 

 



"What kind of heart doesn't look back,
At the comfortable glow from the porch,
the one I will still call yours? "
Breathe again- Sara Bareilles



 

 

 

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