Gilded memories of simplicity
Made and meant for pipe dreams
So nothing is quite as it seems
fogged up remembrances
Like faded photographs, burnt edges
Found in a dusty chest in the attic
When you open it like clack clack it’s
automatic trunk opener
Remote start like the beating heart
When you and your sweetie are far apart
You hand on to the memories, photographs
experiences and stories
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