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O.C. Bearheart

O.C. Bearheart

Memories

Not sure if this is finished yet.

I saw my reflection
In the train window
And thought for a moment
That I was waiting for myself
To disembark.
Memories are colorful sweets
Beckoning to be selected,
To be prized from sticky wrappers
By an expectant child
Seeking new heights,
Or an old woman
Seeking misplaced nostalgia
In a store full of candy
Waiting to thrill the senses
And rot the mind.

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Berlinn Berlin
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