Thinking back on the objects once owned by a young girl
A shiny white pearl, a chain made of gold
But the memories feel distant, they feel so old,
Because one day the objects vanished into thin air, disappearing into “who knows where”
a place where they are seen no more.
Maybe they’ve been tossed and forgotten
collecting dust on the floor
The once loved object, treasured and adored,
has now been misplaced, it lies somewhere unexplored
The remains of the object it seems
are now lying somewhere, somewhere unseen.
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