Journal
Quotes and poems that remain in my head
Repeated on a burned CD
My thoughts and musings layed out on display
Bindings breaking, bindings holding
Sweet innocence veils misprinted thoughts
Always changing, never staying
From worse to better and back again
A straight line follows a jagged path
The past and present combined in one
The future has yet to present itself.
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