Jacqueline Le Sueur · Jan 1, 2012
GPS wanted

lost

in the labyrinth
of memory

knocking

on doors that
cannot be opened

grasping

for fragments
forever out of reach

seeking

what can never
be recalled

knowing

you know
and yet you don't

so lost

c Jacqueline Le Sueur 2012 All Rights Reserved
 
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