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Memories

Like wandering

Thoughts in a shouldering

crowd

Are

Humming, pointing

But not knowing that

Today

Is my last.

 

I used to know you

When once
I saw you.

 

And then I recalled

That to write

I should have

Thrown away all of my

Erasers.

 

And open the thinking curtins

 

This sun

Was suggesting

That I remove

My sunglasses.

 

Sometimes you like the music

That comes from a

Different room.

 

Words and foto T Carroll

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