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This morning I discovered the archives from the blog I wrote about five or six years ago. Pretty cool stuff.

and now i’m left with just this:
a photograph that doesn’t do you justice
and half a package of cigarettes that you forgot in my jacket pocket
the memory of your perfume
and the way that your smile lit up the whole room
the simple things are the ones that stay
long after you wish they’d wither and fade away