Walk the fading captions of memory
Through the words and whispers stuck inside the head
Silent, screaming colors caught from blink to blink
Folded up and kept, or thrown away instead
Will this moment carve a masterpiece of mercy
Hewn into the sands that time sought to unmend
Stained with the colors of the love that never flees
Or will it join so many others on the floor
Crumpled, unarranged in the quiet confusion of their end
Tossed aside and laid to rest among its scar-torn brothers, evermore
Time has no enemies but these
No adversaries but the pages that we keep
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