© Ed Campion
stolen memories neatly bound
in dirty boxes, covered in burnt fairytales
cleaning, sorting, sifting
piles of this and those
once forgotten newly found
beneath the layers of old
that which once was
is quite new again
thought lost found
the light trickles in
tickling the dusty remnants of
all thats left behind
wash, rinse, repeat
At your mom's?
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