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i have weighted
i have weighted
memories of you
on some other
spring, under a new
straw hat, rose-hued,
a string to secure.
you were holding
my hand
on some other
spring, the sun
beating down on us, but
you never let go.
i have weighted
memories of you
like an old tune –
hold my hand through
this, because somewhere
a string will snap, muted
.
Yi-Ching Lin
Posted over on her site Yi's Bits on "Healthy Doses"
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