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Somewhere,
In the lanes of nostalgia,
In some dark depths, and
Those spaces of my mind,
That I often scrounge in,
I found a few paper planes.
Somehow,
Soiled by the dust of time,
Trodden upon by age,
Their once smooth edges
Torn and dog-eared,
They lay there scattered.
Somewhat,
Wedged between crevices
Or hidden behind nooks;
Floating in slushy puddles
They remained, just about,
Much like my memories.
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