without a word
i will slip away
unheard
unseen
into the past things
that you dont acknowledge
wrap me up
and put me away
at the back
of the top shelf
let me collect dust
until your bones rust
and abandon my memory
when you die
i will still be alive
scorned
forgotten
unwanted
singing broken songs
we used to sing together
k.g.
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