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The Archive for Sour Sorrows
In the vault of sorrows, the lights are dim, Memories dangle stiff, stark, cold and grim. In glass-fronted vaults of remains half-dead, Haunting to avenge losses, regrets and dread. Bitterness is grit, dust and rust— Metal relics wrapped in tempered crust. Too sharp to hold, too old to appeal, Scars embalmed, behind bars of steel. Fur skins and feathered bones, long dead. Eyes once bright, are now glass instead. Stuffed with pride, stitched in despair, They rage within riles, gasping for air. Old garments show arguments, long of old, With threadbare cuffs, and buttons of gold. They're sour of fit, and hung too tight, To ever again leave shadows in bright sunlight. Such bitterness belongs in museum displays. Where you can visit it on sad, rainy rue days. To see such hateful feeling-disheveled, dismembered. Covered in dust, to be forgotten, not remembered. Lock it up, behind the glass, don’t let it breathe, Bitterness will bloom, when we fail to believe. It should be kept under lock and key. Where all such sour sorrows, are meant to be. Meant to be, Meant to be-! That's the key, That's the key!
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