Boxes

and the secrets come down
and the facade 
is chipped
and chipped
and chipped 
and chipped away
like flakes 
of memories forgotten

the laughter,
laying on ground
is swept away
and farther 
and farther
and farther away
the flakes of memories past 

the walls 
shivering,
shivering 
in the breeze

the walls 
shivering,
shivering 
in the breeze

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