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only the things we have lost and misplaced still matter tomorrow is hung on old key rings unused words duct-taped to a gathering silence rubber bands perish in sunlight allow blooms to weep their blessings in the defunct circuitry of a garage microwave oven the god you can imagine pins you to a future thought of whatever comes next

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