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there are still
some words
i would like
to say

i remember. all of it. shiny bright waving memory.
a train
taking me
from the forest's edge to the river
letters vanishing

in her old cupbord i find rotting photographs or
maybe not
she takes them out
to play.
i utter nothing
stone by stone the world built itself. i guess
mindroads the inconvenient word