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Apr 2019
Passing by the monuments
To my pain
Was an elixir for my soul.

To see my past being
Trapped in space
By erased memories
Brings a sense of joyous respite
To my frail heart.

All of those moments-
Struck as they were from down the lane.

My mind is jumbled,
In a spiritual sort of way.
These thoughts of mine haze
As though they were envisioned
Through a porous rain.

Encapsulated as though
All of us were well-detained,
The mind's camera captures
All as of late and per-
Chance the great beyond.
Marla
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Marla  24/F/Seattle
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