I like familiar voices
spoken through a memory
described by a halted moment
blindsiding you with the repeated message
of typed words on paper,
names and places
these are post its stuck to the insides of me
I think I only remember the lower register of your voice
I practically recall the smell from my grandmothers herb garden
I may be able to draw the tattoo he had on his shoulder
but i know i cannot find my way to my first home
it could possibly be
next door to a korean church
if I remember correctly
but I could have written it all down wrong
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don't you wonder, if you could travel back in time as an adult to you little kid world, if you would realize you completely made up some of your most treasured memories?
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