Forget It!

In the fragile halls

Of your deepest memories,

All the tiny details

Hop out like little fleas.

Soon the flaky mortar

Starts to wear away.

All the tiny details

You realise they're days.


Inches of dust gather

In the twisting corridors.

The ceilings all collapse

You're forced out the door.

When you've lost the key

And forgotten what it's for.

The End

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