back to me,
i tell her.
keep it.
keep what i gave you.
it's what you do, holding
onto to
false memories.
moments
that were never true.
take your boxes
and bins of ancient history
and go.
keep
everything.
it means nothing.
nothing to me.
my broom is wide.
watch
me sweep.
the bag is deep.
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