removing items from my task list
mere moments before handing over
the keys to the torn down door
i smile sadly as i step into the rubble
of what was many years a home
a warm and fresh and peaceful port in a storm
i place my index finger on the trash can
and click the trigger
banishing to an untouchable digital memory
each item in potentia
of a universe that all too soon
will never exist
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