Memories like firewood

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She had a tunnel like memory-
Deep as a cave.
Endless.
In which echoed the voices
of past people.
And walls painted with faces,
immortalized.
Scents guiding through the
shapeless staircase
Down, down,
Till there is no sense of time,
only fractions of seconds lingering.
Frozen like snowflakes.
Memories like firewood.
Burn,burn.

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