There are many pages I have thrown into my trash
That have a different single word written on each one of them
A single word that was the first of a thousand
A thousand words that would only begin to describe a time and emotion I try so hard to forget
I wonder sometimes if there is a seagull somewhere out there
Flying amongst all the debris at the garbage dump
That has collected all the pieces of paper with all of the words
And created a nest of all the memories I have tried for so long to forget
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