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In the backyard digging after rain
Metal box faded tape initials on a chain
Plastic soldiers pressed inside a jar
Postcard stamped from somewhere far
Dust settles slow
Through cracks in the lid
Pages unfold
From a life quietly hid
Stranger’s memories
Scatter in my hands
Stranger’s memories
Slip like desert sand
Old cassette labeled summer ‘89
Polaroid faded side by side in line
A key with no door a card with no name
Every little piece—each one the same
I trace their years
Between the lines
Heard but unseen
Echoes in design
Stranger’s memories
Scatter in my hands
Stranger’s memories
Drifting through this land
All these treasures kept and sealed away
Linking distant hearts that never say
Only silence where a world remains
Stranger’s memories
Whisper through my hands
