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The crumbs at the bottom of your backpack

Chapstick rolling around the crevices of the purse

Lint in the corners of your wallet

You could never know the feeling

A memory tossed in to be quickly surrendered to the darkness

‘Don't you remember her?

She remembers you

She longs

She waits

She wants the light again

Take her out from the depths

Remember her.

Polly Pocket

   It's time to take care.