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Mar 2017
I seldom can breath slowly
I seldom know I am right
But being wrong has become a habit
I no longer fight
It's been a long life
I remember faces
So many minutes
So many deeds
To touch again all the skins now
To go through the regrets again
Coming up short
Was beautiful
If you knew my failures
You would see beautiful
If you knew my hate
You would know whats unusual
If you knew my love
You would be me
I look back now
As if my hair was gray and
Gone
And the echoes
They shatter me
And the past now
Seems
Gone
Let me see one moment again
I blurred so much
But it can't be all wrong
Written by
Don kingsley  25/M/States
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