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The Memoir Shelf
I keep my memories on a shelf
Each one a book, a spine, a name
A library of all I've lived
Of all I've felt and seen
Some volumes end too early
Some, stretched across my years
And I pull them out when the night feels empty
Open to a chapter I thought I forgot
Some, I've tried to burn away
They still echo in my ears
Each one, a piece of the plot
Each one, writing me, even now
For every memory, bound in time,
Shapes the soul I know
And the shelf I keep within myself
Lines the spine of each tomorrow
Copyright ©
Oriana Lezama
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