shadowlane road a place where secrets were shed beneath thread bare floors
silence can be seen not felt for there is no one that can climb out of their graves to tell you all that once took place
dust holds down memories better left alone for you are not ever welcome to comb through these lost embers that come and flicker as though there was just someone there trying in vain to light the fire so long ago extinguished by forces unknown.
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