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Pockets

I keep my hands in shallow pockets.
I'm afraid to go deeper and discover the forgotten things:
a note from a person I once called my best friend, an eraser, a ticket stub from a film I never want to see again. I'll just keep my distance. I don't want to relive the awful moments.




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