but i picked up little pieces of your personality and put them in my mannerism jar.
sometimes i look in the mirror and see sparks of confidence that i used to see in you,
and on occasion i will randomly hear your words spit from my mouth like a hiccuping sprinkler.
i wish i hadn't vacuumed up your little habits oh-so-long ago
because they remind me of a time when we used to talk about the weather.
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