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Marcus Belcher Jan 2016
Pulling the charred earth inward
I reminisce about feeling
Sipping on the forgetful elixir
Trying recreate it in my mind

Am I in her bones?
Does she feel me across her skin?
Would she go blank when she catches my scent?
What is she thinking?

Questions with infinite answers
Endless angles
Countless meanings
A race with no finish line

A path I gladly walk
Why worry about the end
When I can live in love and forever
Wandering thoughts....

— The End —