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A poem that deals with our pasts and how we best view them.

Submitted:Nov 20, 2007    Reads: 92    Comments: 1    Likes: 4   

Cob web netting strangles the walls of your past

Thick dust, tars the book heavy shelf

The album's title once declared in proud gold

Is barely readable though the stubborn fog of history

The ageing codex, holds memories perhaps best forgotten

This library of life extends membership to the brave

To leaf through your emotional spendings

Survey your mistakes, a vault of regret

A novel of all your yesterdays

Is not a read to fear, but the material that makes you



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