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I Keep Them In Here

Where do I keep them? I keep them in here

Slip through and under, slip over and beyond

The way the light Fell across the room That day

Memory settled Like motes of dust

Under the floorboards, Fallen through the corners of the house.

Where do I keep them? I keep them in here.

Hiding harmless assumptions And misunderstandings

That slip beyond The tip of the tongue

It sparkled The last time I saw it

Is it any better? Is it any worse?

It is not What I expected.

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