A Souvenir

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souvenir

I reached inside my chest
and let my hands remember
buried treasure …
the doll with the loved-off face
the missing earring
my seashells
Tin Man.

I searched for the day we met
and found a butterfly dream
inside a soft purple cocoon
with its no Hello
nor Goodbye
just Thank You
instead.

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