gewgaw
never a piece of dustwhen covered in cotton
still showing a gleam
when sought out
pulling a heart string
into the moment
like a time machine
I'm sucked into a vacuum
full of keepsake projections
glows of yesterday
on a chain of silver
pure and polished
as the day it was given
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