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It's Time to Erase Memories

For a fresh breath
It's time to erase memories

Memories of love and care
Memories of the sun and the moon
Memories of the universe around

And all that's left is a void
Ready to swallow us all
The darkness of the closed eyes
The monotony of the infinite universe

Maybe just the imagination of a vile mind
Or the reality of a faded soul
Or the dream of a broken heart

It will all vanish one day
The writer's words and the written thoughts
Only the echoes will remain
Taking a road never taken

Into the unknown origins of the lost worlds
Into the silent roarings of the trapped souls
Into the circled time bounded by the timeless clocks

And that's how the memories will rebuild
A writer peeping into the smoking void
Looking for a fresh breath, scribbling
“Probably, it is time to erase memories”

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