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You gather all this worth Hoard it underneath A thinning stretch of pale landscape Sinking with every birth, retreat No one visits, no one inhabits Perpetual grey, another day The blur between blinding white and black That frightens all the children away To upstair attics, ageless rests Amongst damp death, worn life What a monumental memory Keepsakes we cannot relive (relieve) What a monumental tragedy Keepsakes we cannot forgive (forget) We will all shrink Head or heart or soul Skin and frail bone To earth, alone We will all shrink Head or heart or soul Skin and frail bone To earth, alone No one visits, no one inhabits Your memories What is your memento? What is your vice? What keeps you stolen from the sleep at night? What is your remembrance? A better, worse time? What keeps your heart set aside from life? I know mine, I know mine Her dead living eyes
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Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 8:05 AM UTC
dead living eyes
You gather all this worth Hoard it underneath A thinning stretch of pale landscape Sinking with every birth, retreat No one visits, no one inhabits Perpetual grey, another day The blur between blinding white and black That frightens all the children away To upstair attics, ageless rests Amongst damp death, worn life What a monumental memory Keepsakes we cannot relive (relieve) What a monumental tragedy Keepsakes we cannot forgive (forget) We will all shrink Head or heart or soul Skin and frail bone To earth, alone We will all shrink Head or heart or soul Skin and frail bone To earth, alone No one visits, no one inhabits Your memories What is your memento? What is your vice? What keeps you stolen from the sleep at night? What is your remembrance? A better, worse time? What keeps your heart set aside from life? I know mine, I know mine Her dead living eyes
11:45pm,  April 10th 2013 Memories, opinions; actions and conscience. Empty visits to long gone places. Motivations lost. I can't be the only one. Dwelling on mistakes. Long closed doors. Rather than those open. In the here. The now. Why am I so gone?
#self#alone#wrong#memory#being#opinions#mistakes#pointless#beliefs#keepsakes
mitakiharashi
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mitakiharashi
New Zealander
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 8:05 AM UTC
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