Maybe we're all rotting away inside,
Withering like the grass in which we laid,
Side by side,
So many years ago,
Things we remember,
Starting to fade,
And erase,
Black holes where,
They used to shine so bright,
Illuminating our darkest nights,
With memories we clutched to sleep,
Like a favourite blankie,
Or teddy bear,
Worn and torn at the seams,
Now just burning away in the blaze,
Of forgetfulness,
That creeps in day by day.
~Rei Shiori
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