You used to
be the squelch
to my static.
Now you’re nothing
more than a ghost of
a memory.
A shadow of a
thought that used
to be stuck in my head.
A perfect picture, covered
in dust that I can almost
see.
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– NoeticNonsense (Pseudonym) (
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The passage of time obscures many things is written in this poem. Nicely done
nicely done
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