A Little Word



A crowded mind

A cry of pain

Like every moment was etched forever

Nothing forgotten

Nothing missed

No secret chests to stash them away

No wooden attics with a dangerous sway

It is all bone and blood

Enmeshed in it a twisted past

A little light, a little mud

A little word that will always last

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