this town used to hold a magic within it
swelling thickly, effervescently
I'd find the memories in the shape of everything
they'd reveal themselves in the shadows
even to this day, waxing so strong
yet the streets are empty
I can almost see a tumbleweed dance across the street
forming my thoughts into a reality
but can they actually be empty?
I find that they're overwhelmingly filled with people
new people with bright, open memory boxes
ready for an undertaking. ready to begin.
-bw
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