#1000367 added December 17, 2020 at 9:50am Restrictions: None
Objects in the Mirror...
Objects in the Mirror...
Invite me on a stroll
through the tangled byways
of my exile,
and my feet will find
a much travelled highway,
the road to memory
and nostalgia,
my neighbourhood for years.
My past is addicted
to this cure for the future.
Line Count: 10
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For Promptly Poetry, Week 29
Prompt: Use these three words in your poem: stroll, exile, addicted
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