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Irrelevant Fragments

The little pieces of property,
And insinuations about forever
Mean absolutely nothing now.

Though using them could form
A trail of debris stretching
Across once entangled lives.


They never did become
The cherished memrobelia
One hoped they would eventually.

But objects deeply detested,
In the obvious devaluation
Of what was previously honored.

Each symbolic of time wasted,
Thoughtlessly spent away,
Uncaring with inevitable destruction.

The fragments still present,
Long after old sentiments
Become completely irrelevant.

Pieces void of pertinence,
Though once useful nonetheless,
Aren’t worth their weight in memories.

Ria 2016

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