Playground Days

I walk through the silent

Corridors of my head

Where there is no light pollution

Just memory intrusion

From playground days

Memories tattooed

Inside my eyelids

Of a bench

A shredded leaf

A leaking pen

A fickle friend

Who ran off and left me

Alone on the bench

Empty bench

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