the past is dead
like a limb
amputate
the past is dead
like a husk
cut it loose
it is done
now is yours
to hold for a moment
and let go
like ashes
fleeing the constructs of time
chasing shadows down secret shores.
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
the past is dead
like a limb
amputate
the past is dead
like a husk
cut it loose
it is done
now is yours
to hold for a moment
and let go
like ashes
fleeing the constructs of time
chasing shadows down secret shores.
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