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I am a miser of my memories of you
And will not spend them.
When they were anticipations
I spent them
And bought you with them,
But now I have exchanged you for memories,
And I will only pour them from one hand into the other
And back again,
Listening to their
Clink,
Till someone comes
Worth using them
To buy ...
Then I will change them again into anticipations.
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