all the people along the way
all the memories that did fade
they store all of them in a bottle
and sell it in the summer
for little kids to create
from the soapy consistency
that was your life.
and all the pieces were together
now they all float their separate ways
and they pop on blades of grass
or at children's fingertips
something that you didn't remember
now something that you'll always miss.
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