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Empty I visited my inner self And took down from a dusty shelf, A box of hoarded memories, I opened with some rusty keys. With trembling hands, I sorted all. Each one was painful to recall. I knew that I must set them free, If I could ever hope to be A whole, unfettered person, who Could give my best to what I do. The roaring of the blood that sped Through my aorta filled my head With so much noise, I threw these things Into the air and gave them wings. I opened up my mouth so I Could say farewell and let them fly. The rushing of their passage there Left fading echoes in the air Then I collapsed when I was through. The box was empty. I was too! |
Additional Notes:
aorta - the major artery running through the body.
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