14th of November

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For I have a tea cup in my cupboard that reminds me of mortality,
I have candy that reminds me of friendship,
All the photo frames you were in
that hung against the walls of my mind
are shattered.
Maybe that's how they were always meant to be,
So I could buy us new frames and take new pictures.
Nobody is the same.
The world will keep spinning even if you are six feet below
but I think I'm better off pretending this is a merry-go-round.

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