Pictures framing a mind, endeavoring to be seen repeatedly,
yet not heard.
Hanging diligently, awaiting a casual look, beckoning perhaps
to inconsequential remembrances of lasting impressions.
Tattered images poised in stances of ugliness, minds falling
to their knees in utter disgust of themselves.
Characteristically enhancing the ageless battles of control,
hidden memories advance in silence, pouncing nightmarishly
in children's minds.
Wiring thoughts of yesterday to electrical currents, jolting
ideas and feelings of untold shame.
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