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Nov 2017
An abandoned amusement park,
the ruins of a funhouse,
mirrors cloudy and thick with soot.
Stare at the various reflections:
warped and distorted
to gross effect, like entryways into
equal and opposite pasts.

Do you remember the way
the smiles used to rise up
from the glass and echo
against the translucent light?
Some distant tinny laughter
brings you into daylight:
a chirping bird, a memory,
a rusted bell shaking
against the fog.
Written by
Craig Verlin  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
       Lior Gavra, Shileigh22, Ellie Sora, Leo and Craig Verlin
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