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Experiences
A black hole in my mind
syphons my experiences into a place called
‘memories’.
A vague trip with no way back.
It doesn’t discriminate between good or bad…
Devouring all in its wake.
Just gone.
Stored perhaps to be recalled in an afterlife.
Or so I’m told.
I go there sometimesIn a dream
that will one day leave me there
in the comfort of a grave
to then dwell in the mind’s vortex of those I have known.
syphons my experiences into a place called
‘memories’.
A vague trip with no way back.
It doesn’t discriminate between good or bad…
Devouring all in its wake.
Just gone.
Stored perhaps to be recalled in an afterlife.
Or so I’m told.
I go there sometimesIn a dream
that will one day leave me there
in the comfort of a grave
to then dwell in the mind’s vortex of those I have known.
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