I picked it up.
Daphny was still young then,
So I taught her how to track down the mirage
And imprison it.
I look at my hair
Still rough and kinky
Even though I use avocado oil in it.
Although it has been a decade
I just realized that the cactus
In my garden still grows there
I was twelve when my grandma died
I fell to my knees and cried to my pillow
I look into my closet
At the same style and clothes
I wore five years ago
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