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Nov 2018
An empty room,
Full of ancient boxes
And *******
And other discarded things,
Accumulated over
Years and years;
But still, emptiness.

I return to this
Room more often than not
When I am
Trying to remember them,
Remember the things I
Left behind;
But they are gone.
© Ethan M. Pfahning 2018
Matterhorn
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Matterhorn  18/M/Texas
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