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Wander Wonder

I am nostalgic –
the ghost of who I
used to be
calls out from within
my memories –
tormenting me
with a sudden uncertainty
that has risen, unexpectantly
to challenge
the decisions I made
and the path
I chose to venture
once, as was that ghost then
so sure, so sure –
but now, maybe
not so anymore!
Hard, it would seem,
to ignore
the imagination
and creation
of maybe-memories
which maybe-might-be
pestering my sanity
with a life I could’ve lived.

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Swag

I made fire today –
and the flames fan
the cold away
instantly
through a soft cloud
of lingering smoke
I smell only the memory
of friends and campfires
and marshmallows.

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Skinny Bitch

Bones clack and protrude:
a sure-sign that she clearly
doesn’t give a fuck
but oh, how clothes hang
so well on her
Sickening that anyone
could think such-a-thing
or envy the bone-clack
walks and talks
and mistreats
only in her twenties-
it’ll be a short road, for sure.

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