01 Feb
memory is the blood of the soul
if drained
what does life represent 
to the victim of such a leak
a mask of themself remains
with those who tend to
the shell that rocks and waits
waits and rocks 
for what they cannot recollect
remember for them
their dignity and value

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Posted by on February 1, 2022 in Poetry


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