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View the page written on a day that
Would never have thought to meet you.
Grasp a message composed of letters
Recording memories lived, not remembered
Before words read by influence
Forgot the impact of playback.
Incoherent musings of a sober reality
In which the last hand-written sentiment I've seen
Was crafted by the presently still hand
Of my Grandmother, whose voice has not been
Lost along with the scent forced from my
Lungs by time, reinforcing the tradtion
In which man's creationg destroys all
That he wishes to protect, alienating
Any reason left within this rhyme.
Would never have thought to meet you.
Grasp a message composed of letters
Recording memories lived, not remembered
Before words read by influence
Forgot the impact of playback.
Incoherent musings of a sober reality
In which the last hand-written sentiment I've seen
Was crafted by the presently still hand
Of my Grandmother, whose voice has not been
Lost along with the scent forced from my
Lungs by time, reinforcing the tradtion
In which man's creationg destroys all
That he wishes to protect, alienating
Any reason left within this rhyme.