The days of our lives
splatter from tv-screens
into our minds,
obscene roundabouts.
We cling on to old furniture
standing on the attic of
our thoughts.
Washed away, we are all washed away
by days of our lives,
forgotten memories and funny times,
shrines of happiness and tears.
You will find it here no more.
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