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Memory.

I held
the tiny
piece in my hand.

You were a witness.

I rolled
the brown knob 
around in my palm.

You remembered better.

I tend to forget.
I minimise.
I scare easy.

You saw me vulnerable.

I cannot seem to forget.
Hence I carried you
home with me.

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