Echoes

Echoes,
winding through time, remaining the remnants of
before, hollow reminders calling from every-
where, coming from nowhere, start sud-
denly, and slowly fading, straggling
away, disappearing, but held
for a moment, then reel-
ing and spiraling to
the place where
echoes hide
and die
crying

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