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Drawers

isn’t that what drawers are for?housing trivial objects you crammed in,and forgot about. the coffee-stained kerchief, the ticket stubfrom the first date. things of no value now, yet you can’t seem to throw away,these pieces that were once a part of you.you hope, days or maybe years from now, when you’re dying to feel something, that they’ll be there.… Read more> Poetry