The shutter of a camera
Clicks and flashes
The light has recorded a memory
And no matter what device
It was taken
On
You will believe this
Memory can never be destroyed
Paper burns easily
It will reduce to ash
Along with whatever was
Written on it
Digital memories will glitch
And fade
Then eventually smash
Altogether
In the eyes of the lost
Everything will die in
A furious frenzy of fire
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Ideals In A Small World
PoetryA collection of poetry, short stories, and any ideas that must be shared within the closeted shelter of a second home.
