Day 27
Prompt: a looking back poem.
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Prompt: a looking back poem.
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before leaving the museum of our lives
I look back at the shabby tapestry
where you smile breaks into pieces
like a withered dandelion in the fall
and a famished love sits on the bank
of a shallow river in salty loneliness
and chiseled over its weary face
is this poem of mine in purple
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