When you e to me, unbidden,
Being me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.
me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Tris of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,
I CRY.
(ò﹏ò)
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