Memories Galore

These boxes claimed ours

decorated, named, and figuratively framed

     rolling, rolling, crash!

 

These posters on my wall,

our oxygen, we feel so small

     reach, reach, fall.

 

The fruit from the tree

across the street, one we greet

     crunching, crunching, munch~

 

Those nicknames and those games

and all our pretend infamous fames

     lose, lose, win!

 

From elves to sprites,

and barely any fights,

     wrong, wrong, right.

 

I'm the paper, you're the glue.

We stick together, through and through

     'cause that's what best friends do.


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