Time
a devourer
tears away at our memories
each year
they flap resolutely
in the sands of time
fresh at first
then tattered
We
grasp at the memories
trying to feel
the shape of them
yet they sift through our fingers
as sand
a devourer
tears away at our memories
each year
they flap resolutely
in the sands of time
fresh at first
then tattered
We
grasp at the memories
trying to feel
the shape of them
yet they sift through our fingers
as sand
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