Recreations of merriments

Snippets of smiles
confined in a derelict kitchen
with a dark attic
half covering the room
that engulfs our uncertainty
whitewashed with expectations
stabbings with futile weapons
must not pass the door.

So many memories float
above recreations of merriments…

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