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By Shining.With.Crystal.Clarity, Bristol, VA

I hunt through the cramped attic of a house in the South;

Uninhabited for years; the taste of dust fills my mouth.

A buttonhole carnation, kept to reminisce;

A crumpled wedding veil from their first, joyful, kiss.

A ’29 Journal says the markets have gone ill;

A worn Bible still conceals a ten-dollar-bill.

A young boy’s cap, a toy soldier, a baby-blue rattle;

A corporal’s insignia, sole survivor from some great battle.

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