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She spent the entire day trying to remember
Where she placed her feelings

Did she leave them in the empty flower vase?

Or perhaps she locked them away in the closet safe
Failing to remember the combination?

Were they living out
In the high definition resolution
Of her plasma TV?

Where soap operas played out
A daily entourage of misplaced characters
Living in a world of emotional disarticulation

Perhaps she left them in her jewelry box?
The one with the small pixie dancing on top
Spinning around in small circles

Accompanied by musical chimes
Of a melody she had long forgotten
Sparking inside with gems of past affairs

Possibly she left them in the attic
Where curious of her childhood
Housed the museum of her memories

Where sunbeams fused into the dusty atmosphere
Through torn curtains
Neglected by the silence of dreams

Waiting for the respiration of her heart
To resurrect their substance

She spent the entire night
Staring into the fireplace
Wondering how her feelings
Became so consumed by her misplaced longings