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An Awakening

An Awakening Old And aged Photographs Faded of hue Memories of the Distant past awakens Haunting possibilities Of what could have been, so we lose Ourselves in a place that does not define us in our complexity Bent, torn, stained and covered in fingerprints The thrill is gone, our heads are bowed Down as the valley is low in The deep jungle where freedom Is skill and survival Arrows shoot targets Hit the bullseye Bang what good Shot and Aim Marckincia Jean Etheree 10/12/19

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