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I wrap my hands around the shawl
of slithery faded silk
I raise it, to my face to search
for an elusive scent

Memories from days gone by
come flooding in my mind
a mix of joy and sadness
firmly intertwined

I turn to find the fragment
of the mirror wrapped in
cloth, I feel them close
within the glass
the ghosts of those I love

I see two tarnished napkin rings
inside a cedar bowl
and tucked into a pocket
the ebony black queen

Inside my bag I have my home
memories, from days gone by
I lost the rest, I am alone
I will be till I die

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