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This Paper Ship Passes On

Hands slide down along the rail, the stairs lead you forward. A room off limits for all those who blame themselves, a scene plays out before you, snapshots blur as pages speed past like a flip book of memories, pages stain your hands as you drop the book to the floor, as you look up to the people, you used to look up too, why cant they see what you see, why dose this nightmare never play for them. Your words provide a groove for the needles to rest their thoughts, it speaks in static relapses and electronic pulses, and the record plays your song out to deaf ears. You remember your little brother, before his death before this all started.