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Dec 2021
Brazen past lives
I'm seeing myself

For the first time.

Last in,
Last

Out.

A scream and
A

Shout.

There we climbed
The mud timber stairs
Underneath
Hairline
Whispers and academia
Manifested stares.

The last great idea
The last great illusion
The last great poet

That never was;

That could never

Do it.
A note

Is a regret
Written by
Mitchell
137
     HOPE, Traveler, REY and Melanii
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