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April 11th, 2010 — 11:04am
Back in those hazy memory days, before I
learned how to imprint memory with motive,
I remember getting angry, throwing you away.
I wanted to rescue you,
but I wasn’t allowed
to take things
from the
garbage.
You
were gone
forever, but I
could see you there,
in front of my eyes.
I don’t know why you made
such an impression, but ever since, you’ve
come to mind during moments of unbearable sadness.