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The Forgotten
Withering and weathering the stone falls.
The paths to the past are empty halls.
Piece by piece faded memories crumble.
Upon dry grass, tombstones tumble.Fading away from my mind’s reach;
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Falling
Standing on the edge,
it is the laughter causing the cliff to crumble.
If you are very quiet – you will hear it too.
Like steam from a teakettle, it is constantly erupting,
spreading and dis…
