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The Oxidation of Paper

The days are growing shorter, the solstice has passed.
The death toll only rising, it’s time to let go.
Do you still have letters from friends?
The fading ink that rested in your mind for ages.
The paper is oxidizing in that empty drawer.
An egg shell white to a musty yellow.
And meaningful words to forgotten thoughts.

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