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“The Attic”

The attic space contains, the dusty remains, of all her lifetime memories.
Fallen leaves laying crumpled on the ground, never to grow again on trees.
Locked away, covered in dust, laying ever deeper as the years grow older.
Suffocating in silence, the grains of remembrance, forever growing colder.
Washing out the stain, setting fire to the pain, in moments of quiet reflection.
Allowing thoughts to depart, closing her heart, leaving no noticeable impression.
Ambivalent guests, carefully concealed, made visible only by their absence.
Disappearing inside her orchestrated mind, maintaining her indubitable conscience.
Assembling fragments, putting them together, like the pieces of a patchwork quilt.
Reconciling the past, admiring her handiwork, absolving herself of any guilt.
In her attic space, buried among the dusty cobwebs, lay all her treasured antiquities.
Waiting for someone special so she can relinquish the key, to all her childhood
mysteries.

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