playroom stories
Sunday, November 9, 2014
Cobweb Thoughts
hanging from the chapters of my life
the dust of history makes me unsettled
hanging from the rooms of my memory
the heart takes a broom, needing clarity
these cobwebs cloud the view, the past is obscured.
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