through old tattered journals,
and i come across this name,
the meaning of which i have never known
scrawled neatly in cursive,
and find what it was,
that had captivated my interest,
will i even then,
feel that this name,
which i remember in the clothes i wear,
the perfume i use, that little doodle i draw,
and the diamond on my nose,
will i even then feel
that it is infact mine?
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