You are now in a place
where unrecorded history
has faded away, a history
which made you who you
are today. You simmer in this
misty moment of time, sans
names and places, considering
only what you have become.
You look down at your trembling
hands and decide to trim your
brittle nails. And for today
in passing, something old
and unremarkably forgettable
within you continues to grow.
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Chris Hanch 9-14-21
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