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Yellow
old newspapers, stacked, saved
yellow and crumble with age
something significant, lost if touched
chemical reaction with mere air
maybe once it was there for all to see
an element of fame, recognition
but the elements just require the passage of time
that, you, I, we all fade
until there's just a sense of where we stood
but the spaces are empty
even the words on stone begin to disappear
bright white to yellow
raised to indistinct
to a faded memory of a memory
I'll try not to disappear too soon
just because I know my fate
I won't unnecessarily scratch my name
the strands that remain are part of the plan
second chances if I don't play my part
and it matters not what is written in ink or stone
the marks are made along the line
accolades or apologies
all shape the story
told too slowly to follow
are we remembering the moment we crumbled?
indelible memory stacked and saved
that cannot hold up to touch
view it gently
read the lines visible
take it in
exist during your moment in time
and don't agitate this world around you
it'll collapse around you
it's yellowed and old
God help us, them
from the elements that break us down
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Di11y Da11y
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