Thoughts From A Porch

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This was me, in a memory

There are glimpses

 

It is unsure how this could be

Given life’s turns and chances

 

There to here, it is unclear

It confounds the senses

 

Not a single cell remains

Within what I became

 

So I am this and not that

Regardless of what they claim

 

Every moment, every day

A second chance to be

 

Upon a different path, now at last

I can be no one other than me

 

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