a posthumous letter to my old self
Dear Dylan,
I am stronger
In body not mind
My own brain has gone blind
The days longer
than that of the dreams
of the redhead once wild
soon you will realize
how infinitely small and large you are
in the universe and people's lives
You remember the smell of chives and
the smile when your mother knew you
never tell lies
I'm assuming that is the point
since we linger for a second then fade from Gaea's memory
What have we to hide
Love?,
Dylan
This poem is about:
Me
My family
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