Will one still have a place to call home,
If one is forgotten?
No matter how hard one tries,
Time will erase us all.
Even from memories.
When that finally happens,
When all is still well,
Yet have been forgotten,
Can we still go back
And call that home we once have
Still our home?
Or much like our own existence
Our fleeting memories
We just fade away.
Spirited away and forgotten.
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