[78] reminesce ii

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every little thing
is reminescent
of all the years past.

bring them back to me
in a brown-paper parcel
tied up with the same
pink ribbon i lost when
we were young;
and bring me a picture
of myself, today,
and explain
why you aren't here
to face the unending waters
with me.

together
(where did that go?)

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