Tuesday, March 5, 2019

Shadowed memories

Drowned  memories 
Within old ones
And new ones to come 

Reminders of who I was
Who I am
And who would I be

The shadows that guide
My past, 
Present 
And future 
Are here

To twist
My rationale 
Into new shadows 
And new memories.

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