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Dec 2017
Sometimes,
lots of times,
I look back.

I fear I will turn to salt
like the taste of tears
reaching your lips.

I can't help it,
to turn back and look
it's human nature.

What do I look back at?

the good times
the bad times
lots of times

I'm different now
not bad not good not (yet) salt
just different.
sometimes i look back at my poems and think a stranger wrote them
Liz And Lilacs
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Liz And Lilacs  America
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