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nostalgia


longing drips off of my fingers

it folds my emotions into useless

unmoving spirits.

longing takes my breath asway

it holds my heart roughly

begging for dominance.

i desire for the past

nostalgia so strong,

it sweeps me off my feet.

remembering the past hurts so good.

times that have past

smell like musty memories

ones just plucked from the train

of my giggling wiggling thoughts

oh the past hurts me so good.

sage

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