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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