psyche-reincarnate
And we sit with the debris of desires in our hands. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
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Monday, 24 March 2014
Remnants
Like the residuum of a lingering illness
A cough here, a spasm there, an ache
So do you nest in, fragment like, a shiver
Chafed, remnants of a love gone, frayed ends
Remnants of a story unsaid, fading sunset
All remnants, remains of the day, extant
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