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Jul 2019
My
Life
Is but
A memory
Of what it was
Mixed with what
I speculated
It was
Supposed to be
Swirling with
What is to come
My mind is layered
So many levels
I may never
Know the sum
I ask you
Does this prove
Life has only
Just begun?
WendyStarry Eyes
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WendyStarry Eyes
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