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a rolled-up magazine smudged beyond belief
a crease that runs straight down the seam
1 scrap stuck in between
i found out of the blue, a sticky note from you
the sparkly gel pen lines still gleam & shine just ever slightly
a t-shirt in a dream
the wrinkled threads & seams that trace the shapes of hosta leaves
embroidery blue streams
small circles dot the i's & to no surprise
i've long since lost the context
9 scrawled lines that lost their meaning
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it came so clear to me
tumbling out of a magazine
handwriting shade of mint
adhesive line has lost its stick
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can’t recall the setting now
i think the moon peeked down
between the curtains
an appendage
to the lampshade by the couch
small circles dot the i's & to no surprise
i've long since lost the context
9 scrawled lines that lost their meaning
🔎
it came so clear to me
tumbling out of a magazine
handwriting shade of mint
adhesive line has lost its
stick around & you would’ve seen
the lines all lose their patent sheen
all crinkled up, light shade of green
on the sticky note you left for me
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