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Apr 2018
True I am, and an error;
Orphaned son of promise.
Memory, a cracked mirror;
What's lost I'll never miss.
Yet I cower amid that furor-
Of dreams dancing to hubris.
I'm true, but also an error;
My life its flawed thesis.
Red Brush
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