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Stored small caverns

How did it get like this?
From detailed perspectives and discussions of the sea, space and life
To "hey how's you?" "What have you been up to?"
The small talk of strangers,
As time goes on.
But I guess this is life
And it is exactly what happens.
So I'll put down the knife
And store our memories in small caverns.

Comments1

  • WriteBeLight

    I think it is because of texting...haha. I like the idea behind your poem. Merry Christmas!



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