Remains

 When the worms inherit my grave,

All they taste is the bitterness I became.

They'll find my bones worn thin with sorrow,

And the grief I taught myself to swallow.

When they reach the chambers of my heart,

They'll find the echoes torn apart.

A memory so fleeting it forgot its name,

Yet lingered in my marrow all the same.

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