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so i keep it safe,
in a box, locked,
away from people.
the ashes i collect
from time, from
falling, from languish.
until it full, until that
time come;
i will throw it all
in the ocean, to be
eaten by the sea.
those ashes ; of those
feeling and memory and
people and bridges that
i burn, that turn into
ashes of hate.
will drown deep beneath
the sea, and be forgotten.
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