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Desert
Memories are like sand,
They surface in unlikely places.
Inland, miles from the shore
It’s still there
At the bottom of your shoe
The course, yellow speck
That tumbles
Latching itself into the crevices
In between the carpet
Where it stays
Vacuum after vacuum
Scrub after scrub
Wash after wash
It’s still there
In the very fabric of your being.
It will never leave you.
Your mind was never tidy
Always lived-in
Too much, some might say
But then again
You wouldn’t have it any other way.
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