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Poem, Inner Comfort

February 4, 2020 / mindsalvage / Leave a comment

IcySunset

 

The tunes we built in our heads

Are those we’ve played over and over.

The creation of the negative images,

Born from words of others we’ve fended off,

Snuck back into our heads,

And hid away,

Camouflaged, in Continue reading →

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6 feet together.
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