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Scraps
The scraps of my memories
Lay upon a pretty platter
A tip of the edge
And they all scatter
But the only sound I hear is static
A weak signal barely catching.
The clank of a shovel on this shallow grave
Gives me just enough rhythm to keep on digging
Lay upon a pretty platter
A tip of the edge
And they all scatter
But the only sound I hear is static
A weak signal barely catching.
The clank of a shovel on this shallow grave
Gives me just enough rhythm to keep on digging
Published 9th Jan 2021
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