Dungeons and Dragons

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Striking at a distant thought of a memory.

Thoughts scan and analyze…

yet they should never be…

nor have been.

Born and lost…

Their tails curl to envelop grounding.

Some fade.

Others grow old; weakening to the point of non-existence.

Yet, through survival,

they breathe heavy whispers…

in the fire of dragons.

Experience is silent when embraced.

and I may never understand…

for –

comprehension beckons such thoughts.

Haunting me –

Restless ghosts they are…

threatened by their existence.

And…sadly, my mind,

their dungeon.


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