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George Krokos Mar 2018
It is just as much a case of mistaken identity
to regard one’s self with too much indemnity.
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From "Simple Observations" ongoing writings since the early '90's
Crystal Wright Aug 2015
I can still see you,
Whispering black, wisps of night even in the light.
I can still hear you,
Cascading thoughts, memories not mine but define.
I can still feel you,
Tears streaming down, mirror my face yours in place.
I can still call you,
Conversing aloud, we ride together always forever.

Mother, I say.
I'm alive one more day.
Daughter, you say.
I'm still here so just stay.

How long will you ride with me?
And why was it destiny?
These questions just burden me,
But it's my indemnity.
Copyright 2015 - Crystal J. Wright

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