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Concora

Published: Jan 20, 2014

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The world unfurls:

becomes a gemstone, sinking
a mirror breaking
a thousand splintering realities

and I am lost —
forgotten who I ever was,

forgotten how to breathe.

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haphazardmelody

Feb 12, 2014

This poem is beautiful. Your imagery is always so captivating.

And I realize I'm really behind on seeing this, but I do hope you're trying to forgive yourself. We all make mistakes, and the important thing is to learn from them. Not to regret them.

Easier said than done, of course, but worth striving for.

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