You come up,
like the treasure found at the end of a box
you come up,
like surfacing for oxygen
you come up,
like a word in a dictionary, looked for not found
you come up,
like a wind floating by quickly
you come up,
like the end of a choir
you come up,
like a sentence out of place
you come up
in stories, like a heavy character
you come up
in memory like its companion
you come up
in red and blue bruises
you always come up
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