Poem: Gone


Those burned and curled

memories 

buried beneath weighty 

necessity 

passage ways littered 

sticky steps blocked 

and synapses refusing

focus

such tiny leaping 

but giant ruins 

left carving out pieces 

leaving only partial walkways 

to visit again 

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