its all there, writ on vellum

engrossed by time and fate

scrolled as wayward history

marks each and every date

familiar names and their sins

revenants of thirsts unslaked

wild love that soon withered

or cakes that never got baked

scars and might have beens

guilts and nameless shame

glories and fleeting trophies

won from life's hectic game

of late,...

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