Souvenirs

Twenty old photographs

Letters filled with paragraphs

Clothes that look like rags

Bracelets without tags

All those collectible cards

Figurines with broken arms

My interest in arts

A perfume that smells like farts

Everything, neatly packed

In this bright designer box

Near the wooden blocks,

Between the broken clocks

Lie there, no better than rocks

Things that were pleasant and true

Now turned pale and blue

I curse my taste when I think of you

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