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Attic of My Brain



your declarations of love

fill the attic

of my brain


tucked away, safe

in a dark, dusty corner

not quite forgotten


but

no longer

distracting,

tripped over,

cluttering emotional clarity


until

I can bear to discard them,

like an old Christmas card

from a former acquaintance,

fondly remembered


though no longer recalling -

exactly why




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