For three dollars
You can buy a memory someone left behind
out of context
Like footprints in the snow
Going someplace you can't remember
climbing or descending
there's no knowing which is which
only fading in time
When I write pieces of my life
there is a subconscious desire to be remembered
as if to say
"I was here"
"I loved"
I love
I want to live forever
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