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2. Love

My fingers fumble fondly
For a lean and little locket
That my perfect parents prized as a present long ago.

I now know the necklace
That my mother made me mad with,
is golden, glowing and geared to go.

I love my lean old locket
For it reminds of my remmy;
Remmy, my regal father, who died so long ago

Love was shoved into this locket
In the pretty pictures of the parents
That i knew so long ago.

Before there necklaces of rope
Suspended them from the somber sadness
That hung in the air so long ago

Before they died
So long ago

madhatter

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~Lose Yourself In My Imagination~ >This Way To The Rabbit Hole, Alice!>

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