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In the Pockets of Days Gone By



In the pockets of days gone by
dried flowers of forgotten hearts
prayers in broken pieces
reciepts from precious useless things
flags with faded colors

In the pockets of days gone by
undone shoelaces of cold fingertips
when my throat was dry from screaming about nothing
pennies the size of golden moons
sand from shoes of twilight beach walk nights

Memory is a broken pair of glasses
a puzzle that cannot be put back together
ghosts floating around in the orange sunshine glow behind your eyelids

And tea that was once too hot become too cold
and people that were once too young become too old

In the pockets of days gone by



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