This is how a story dies -
A story untold for so long
It's forgotten the sound of its own voice
Succumbed to the silence stifling it -
Heavy under the weight of quiet
These stories are dead
Pages turning in their graves -
Burnt memories long ashen
Memorialized in empty breaths
Some stories escaped -
To never-realms of timelessness
To be captured in the poems of the weary
Hungry ears yearning for stories -
Stories neither read nor told
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