Immortality of Dust

Your clothes

Worn and warm scented life

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               Carefully folded

       And placed with

Finality and love

                         Within the trunk.

               No spaces left to fill

       My fingers feel the mended seams

And

                 Folded interupted textures,

   Patched and cherished.

And I am here

And, you also absent are.

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