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The office

  • Writer: Taylor Thomas
    Taylor Thomas
  • Jun 14, 2025
  • 1 min read

We cleared out your room 

A shrine of past trips taken to the other people's shores 

Collectibles of war-torn times 

A love for your bloodlines both, past present and future 

I hold onto these boxes of never-ending dreams 

I light the candles and carry them with me 

In my wiring and publishing 

Honouring words you so meticulously wrote 

One day they will see them and hear your words 

Spoken from a mouth of love and hope 



 
 
 

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