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It’s that day again

Tenth time.Remembrance.

She ran out of words or, rather,

they ran out of her.

They fled.Scared,they hid 

in cobweb corners of hollowness.

Like rats fleeing a sinking ship.

And she is the captain,

the last one to go down.

Time flew like a comet,

and years have taken minutes

To dissipate in space.

Making the ship  heavy.Not old,but sick.

Dry wood.Doesn’t go down easily.

Alas! At last,when life has flown into

the thirsty sea -a feast

to the monster of thoughts.

Dragging it down.

The waste.The waste.

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