Thursday, September 19, 2013

Refrain



Much of my past lies dormant,
like a tattered quilt hidden in the attic
too precious to discard,
too damaged to display.

I have surreptitiously torn some pages from the book
even unseen, unwritten, unrecorded
these pages, these songs of my life
remain part of the greater stort

and the writer knows they exist.



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