Piece by piece we have made a life for you,
gathering failures and bad memories to haunt us,
false memories to be gifted to you along your way.
Like graffiti they’ll not be the same as yours,
but somewhere deep within you may find a glimmer,
a golden nugget hiding stealthily among the cliffs
and precipices of this waking world, a gem
waiting to be plucked from the depths of memory.
We are the miners, the canaries patiently waiting,
the beams holding up the rock from crushing you,
and we do our job proudly and unconditionally.



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