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Years pass like minutes; in pages of diaries, postcards & movie tickets.
Life packed into boxes & bags, waiting placidly to be moved.
A new start paved with the memories of past lives,
strange how decades can be organised, compartmentalised & wrapped, slotted into new places seamlessly,
with no consideration for emotion.
I stand, surrounded by pieces of my old life, waiting for a new one to start.

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