Things pile up
and things fall apart
and things cascade down
and cease to be the same.
Rolling hills
of never-minds
and other
fleeting
forgetfulness.
Pile up,
Fall apart,
Everything is just
a vague
repeating
pattern.
And maybe I hate it.
7/21/2015
Riley Welch
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