Memories
skipping stones across the pond in my mind
and i find it to be quite unsettling
the waves wash away layers which hide
all the truths i’ve kept to myself
and all the lies that i have told
all the hope i hoped to forget
now shows its bones sunk into the bank
still speckled with rot
i lay down and wait for everything to become stagnant
i close my eyes and long for everything to stop
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