Partial memories
Burning through amenities
Centuries and centuries
Thoughts of old enemies
And friends in elementary
Sun leaking through a canopy
Ruining your sanctity
For others to see
Skeletons on your mantle breathe
Roughly handling seas
Locked doors with ample keys
Hidden away to never retrieve
Buried no where plain to see
But no soul can be deceived
A train smashes the tranquility
A cargo of partial memories
Tied down hard to release
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