I remember

when I was young

reading about

two brothers,

hoarders, who

filled their house

with newspapers,

traversed by tunnels,

which one day

collapsed and

killed them.

In old age

our minds are

filled with the

hoarded memories

of a lifetime,

ready to crush

our spirit

with their weight

as we tunnel through.

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