Wisdom of the old, advice from the experienced.
Life lessons taught, but ears remain closed.
Minds left to enter the unidentified tunnel
Empty, night blindness, hands outreached
Unable to feel any possible surroundings.
Silence decibel 0.
Imaginary maps clutched
Lands lay untouched
patterns recycle
Cold.
Talons break surface skin.
Dementors circle and descend
feasting on remains
You couldn't call upon.
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