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The Memory of Friends
Dust gathers upon
the paper that lies
in wait.
I fester within
the confines of your inkwell
dry
my hopes, frayed
quills lost
to dust:
swathe my mailbox
scour the rusted farce
flake away the painted mask
rub. my present. raw.
farewell
farewell my past
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