{"sf1_id":598847,"sf2_id":"ynZXKdBe","title":"Receding Memories","author":"Trace182","words":111,"posted_at":"2013-10-05T00:00:00.000Z","tags":["Poem","Poetry","memory","trace"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/598847-receding-memories","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ynZXKdBe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/e7/e6/e7e6e23b-928e-4b91-a634-5bd668a9e8b5","description":"","content":"Morals swept out to sea, swaying, in a basket, they sleep\n\nThe rain of disgrace will not stop\n\nEven love is destroyed by the heartless mankind\n\nThe obligations given to me as I was born\n\nSurely they are the reason for my weakness\n\nIt's the color of tears, as memories surround me\n\nDon't you remember?\n\nI want to be the spider that pricks you, then disappears, far away\n\nand people will gather in awe, as the vomiting at night begins\n\nThis world that we've created,\n\nThe human ideal\n\nWhat is it? Freedom? Liberty?\n\nThere it is, proudly raised in the streets like a banner\n\n\"Cheer\u0026nbsp;the godless world,\" soars this life's decree\n\n  \n  \n\n"}