time is the distance of our being
I cling to the skins of these memories
I am washed out
so much that if I remain silent-
I blend well with walls
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time is the distance of our being
I cling to the skins of these memories
I am washed out so much that if I remain silent-
I blend well with walls
~ Author notesI try. A contest entry
Im still revising this piece. Constructive criticism is welcomeComments
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