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Taking the stones you gave me
to the office, removed the flowers
from my computer top, once before
when I was lonely and lost, I used to
fill my sad little space with shells and
stones - in my brick phase when I
pasted pressed leaves on them
I am building a monument to you, to
the turbulent times we knew - when
we tried to get along and often failed
to agree about anything – you insist
it was me who caused the problems
while I am firmly convinced you are
partly to blame, at least we tried to
Bridge our differences and you do
understand about my fixation with
important things like stones and
memories, I hope we shall both
be wiser when we meet again…
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