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Still objects drag themselves through days
Typewriters are reminded of the not so familiar fingertips that once tapped so elegantly on them
Pieces of paper and daily distractions discard themselves
On plush carpets
while rivulets of time drip through the cracks in the corner of a roof too sturdy to fall
Cold legacies hide in books hiding in overstuffed bookcases fit in too close together to hide their meanings and stories
Vowels shrivel toneless on paper crumbled in neat piles laid eschew next to-under-on top but never inside trash cans
Soldiers walk back and forth between the horizons of life and death and those things no one thinks about
Musicians pick piano keys until the smoothness of silence fills the melody to a perfect standstill
Photographers capture worlds only seen through their eyes and only known by their cameras
A relationship too perfect to describe
The writer sits down to write a masterpiece and through their pens fall words useless to their dream
Children remind themselves to behave and continue the path carved so elegantly for them by those who dont know them
While politicians stare in mirrors remembering when the truth was so easy to decipher