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Feb 2021
Memories hang
like windchimes in me,
knock darkly to each other -
I carry them with me,
ingots of loss,
stacked steams of grief.
All these memories,
clicking like x-rays -
I take you and gently
add you to them.
Revision of a poem from 2013.
Evan Stephens
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Evan Stephens  44/M/DC
(44/M/DC)   
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