#100repchallenge, poetry
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#099: a 99 Flake

when he told me a 99 was £1.50

I thought, surely it’s time to rename

but we like our nostalgic past

and for memory, we’ll always pay


but how often will I clench a cone

too fragile for my grip

melting loss fly through the folds of my fingers

pride still saying it’s fine, I’ve got it

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