Shallow Graves
Shallow Graves
By: Tom Wright
10-2005
Our memory is a place filled with shallow graves,
where no painful thing can be buried so deep,
that Satan can’t excavate it.
Our memory is like a storage locker,
in that it stores our thoughts,
but allows us to inventory them periodically.
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