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Sep 2022
Molten stories smelted
and poured like ashened gold.

We turn to paper
as coffers for lesser ingots - old.

In hopes to lessen;
nay, diminish thy gaping hole.

In hopes to relinquish
and set free caged memories stole.
Written by
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         irinia, sofolo, scrawny, Amanda Kay Burke, vb and 6 others
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