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Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Of Who You Use to Be.

As my breath grows deeper,
I hear the sounds of lost allies
ringing between these ears.

You've become so overcast
that even though you're a face
I'd recognize anywhere,

I'll never recognize
the stranger you've become.

I'll always remember you,
not the way I want to,
but as a broken down recollection.