Day 1412, memories.

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Looking back

from where

I go

to where

I walked

~

I see

my trace

like in

the snow

~

and like the snow

rain and sun

will take away

my memory

Day 1229, I squint.

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I hold

a glass

filled with tears

and

I squint

at

my memories

in soft

focus

and see

a lamp

fringes

at my grandma’s

dinner

table

my past

the source

Nochrisis

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