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Backbone of the Glow


I am trying to live a full life again
Though it all seems like yesterday
If memories could only be written in pencil,
My brain's wrinkles would be lesser.
As erasing would no longer be much of a pain


I am still learning how to look within 
To find my gem amongst the rocks.
Seems further everytime I reach out
Feels heavier everytime I reach it.
Throwing me into a merry-go-round of déja Vus
My arms are still wrapped around consistency though.


I am starting to see things inside out
Or rather, upside down, whatever!
I will get me a rose flower tonight
To give more thought to the beauty...
...of the thorns on the stem from which she stood out.
'cause her charming petals may not really last.

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