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What’s a thing that disappears
The more it creates,
And the more it destroys—
It was born buried
And born beneath sun—
It creates memories in minds
That never touched it,
And lets dead men live forever?
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Author's Note: In a class about riddles, poetry, and science fiction, I wrote this poem. When writing this poem/riddle, I wanted to describe a commonplace object as if I'd just learned what it was (without knowing its name). It was a lot of fun to write, and it was interesting to try to capture the essence of an object. I hope you all have a great time figuring it out.