what I had known all along
what I had forgotten
which had withered away
which would have withered away
had it not resurfaced
it became real again
instead of just a vague memory
with dotted outlines
and faded colors
its pieces became whole
its edges became sharp
and i was stung by the edges
once again
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You should write for my poetry class for me.
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