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Nov 23
In the quiet spaces between breaths, I wonder if time remembers the things I’ve forgotten.
Maybe it can picture all the wildflowers I walked past
the sand castles I built at the beach
all the sunsets I begged to behold for forever
and then couldn’t envision a week later anymore
maybe it listens to the words of my mother,
humming her lullabies when I was too scared to sleep
maybe it knows that it holds something of mine
but keeps it from me
But it might dream of forgetting
cursed to hold all the memories, hopeless to break free
Written by
alia  17/F
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