I keep sayingA Poem by But,itis,theend
I have been living in the past. Everything you have ever done is stored. Catalogued and typically referenced
to confirm you know what you should be. But really once was. Previously. Last time. Worn edges on a tired book not shelved. © 2018 But,itis,theend |
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