Etchings in Sand

Lines echo through my head

Like the dread cries of a thousand dead poets

For each word written, so many unspoken

Discarded tokens of affection

Self destruction

Emotional retention

Neglect and aversion, as will and nature play in tandem

The unchanging game

Falls and landings

Experience to memory

Never withstanding

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