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Yesterday’s unwanted silhouettes

recall to my mind.

arising from old tombstones

like shards of ice,

ever digging into my flesh

unableto hear my cry for mercy

They drown me

in an ocean of unquenchable guilt

never to take a breath of relief.

But ever I will look to tommorrow

praying that it not leave me

in this state

to be haunted by yesterday.



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