Sepia dreamsA Poem by SorenAn old photograph of a dream stored in mind's drawer The faded past in sepia with urine stains and smell of must In misty shifting landfills of mental garbage the familiar becomes strange and what one has never seen feels like home Folded and torn it shines like new There are no children here
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