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George, will you remember me?
will you carry the burden of a memory?
soon enough, everything I am
shall be chipped: a rusty nail,
peeling paint, worn out color
of a treasured, delicate china.
will you grant me my final wish
to be alive beyond contentment
to have a space on your bookshelf
to be the annual pang of your heart?
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