memories erased
What remains is dust. It gathers under an unused bed. A rusted antique. And it gets no bids at the auction.
The darkest parts of these shadows comfort me. They act as witness, haunting with reminders that soothe me because we share the same story.
And the skies are smeared with the dark clouds of an actress weeping backstage. And her mascara floods. Wig removed, her costume burns with her regrets.
The parts I gave away were tokens of nothing. Worthless coins in a foreign land. Unrecognizable worth, wasted.
And the valley dips too deeply ahead. My wagon has too much weight to bear its load. As the brakes fail.
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