LUNARIA PAYNE: [log_voice_07]

by LUNARIA PAYNE

They told us forgetting was healing.
They were wrong.

I remember buildings.
A sky.
A name that meant something.

But now…
Faces are shapes.
The city is code.
The silence has a voice, and it sounds like me.

I sing because I don’t know how to scream.
And maybe someone, somewhere,
will hear the signal before it’s erased.

This is not memory.
This is not a dream.
This is Oblivion.

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