We can be peeved at those who did the choosing,
But never will accost them,
For they are long gone.
Only rambunctious voices remain.
That and the mess they made.
Wittingly woven.
as always,
wordsy.
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across a wandering mind
faint flashes of fantasy
that I often find
merely jaded shadows
of who I used to be
they fill with words, my pages
for all the world to see"
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