Sometimes, I remember you:
The time, the place.
Wrapped up in whimsy,
In solace and solitude.
All left behind
In an unforgiving instant,
Bereft and bellicose,
Yet screaming for more.
Sometimes, I remember you:
But hindsight
And familiarity
Don’t always match
The
gameshow
called
reality.
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Thank you! Its a brave thing to post ones soul like that
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Thanks so much! 😊
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