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i put everything that I miss about you in this pouch. It's small and safe and it has a clasp so that when I want to you to go away and stay there, you do. You stay safe and quiet, unassuming and unaffecting in my little pouch with a clasp. You like this pouch too. It's your blindfold. You can't see what I'm doing, hear what I'm doing. You are living in blissful ignorance. In this pouch, in my pocket. This pouch is made out of fabric. Woven with all different colors that you would appreciate. Sailing is in the pouch. Dubstep is in the pouch. Rhode Island is in the pouch. Your dimples are in the pouch. Your hands are in the pouch. Your words are in the pouch. Your voice, your music. Our laughter. Our jokes. Our trust. Our past. Our love. I pull the strings taught and strangle the pouch.I put it in my back pocket. I put the jeans in the wash. I take the jeans out of the dryer. I left the pouch for someone else to clutch.