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Marissa Kochanski


Press my heart

In your dictionary

With a dried out four leaf clover

Under “S”-- for sentimental fool


Store my dreams

With your snap shots

In a shoe box flowing over

And the track meet trophies you won back in school



Remember me

When you look back on the years

Keep me in your room of Souvenirs


Pin me down

With your butterflies

In their dusty flip top cases

Wipe the glass when I get too hard to see


Tuck me in

To your lucky deck

Between the face cards and the aces

That would suit me royally




I no longer wonder

If you cared for me or not

But I can’t bear the thought that

I’m the one that you forgot





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