Spit shine the memory til the reflection shines into this moment,hold tight to it
to drag it along to the coat room with the rest of the shiney yesterdays stacked neatly in piles
‘yours to keep to climb upon into the present toward better or the worst days under the bed
fight
like hell
today

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