where will you rest?

i don’t

remember

why

i thought

stories

myths

any thing

really

mattered

i don’t

know

why

but

i know

stories

myths

matter

when all is gone

lost

burned

to dust

all that

stories

myths

the world

it’s nothing

without

our noise

our sound

each and every

thing.

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