Standing in the museum of life

staring at shredded moments

and wonder why it took so long

to silence the voices.

Then it occurs swiftly

as to how such beauty

got destroyed without a brush

of art touching a soul.

Shredded thoughts of long ago

pinch each and every nerve

leaving nothing left except

strips of…

burn baby burn

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