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crammed with things long dead
dust covered
moth ridden
fur and feathers drifting silently down
a sepia time capsual
with the vaccum of space seeping in
memories and tresures no longer
treasures made of trash
trashures.
dusty
musty
silent
waiting
dolls with broken faces
cages rusting away
tailors dummies without heads drapped in white shifts
furniture draped in dust cloths
dust cloths draped in dust
trunks filled with browning paper
and slowly fading ink
photos turning white
memories gone, only the bones of the event remain
quiet scabbling of mice in the corner
tiny tearing sounds as the rodents build nests from letters
and legal papers
in a crowded space such as this
the dust makes noise
rand mcnally on a stand
sheet music on a stand
hats on a stand
everything standing
waiting
slowly sagging
with the weight of
time
time is all this has, anymore
but they have it by the suitcase full
by the trunkful
by the glorybox full
forgotten memories
shift and turn over
and sleep further
between rows of boxes
and covered oddities
trashures
breaking down
back into
dust
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
from dust we come
and to dust we will return
and all our possessions
will return
long after we are gone
the things we owned
will stand in silent memorial
to places onces visited
things once done
and stories long since
forgotten
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