After being tossed in.the.mud?
being forgotten and put behind thought?
Cast it.away.she spoke.
And with unfurling embers.the.fire
Devoured its essence
Now there's nothing but an empty slot that has lost its key.
The door remaining locked kept and staved from all form of a conscious notion.
To be forgotten as the music a.baby.heard growing in the womb.
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