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Sep 2014
The past is not a speck of dust
One can wipe away with cloth.
Nor does it just come at night
like a hungry moth.
It's the elephant in your mind
taking all the storage space
and people know of it's existence
They can see it on your face
when you gaze into the air
observe Intensely the specks of dust
collecting layer after layer.
*Is the past a speck of dust?
Francisco DH
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Francisco DH  21/Cisgender Male/North Carolina
(21/Cisgender Male/North Carolina)   
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