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Tucked away

   down deep


    buried under pages of memories



under folds of aging grey/gray cells



where we put them when no one was looking



then we piled days upon days on top of them



until one by one they became forgotten




like the names etched on stone in the forest of monuments



such are the secret sorrows that go to the grave with us
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and only God knows