Nostalgic
Nostalgic--
Life has been
like riding fiery waves
in the belly of the beast—
Memories of my rusty old past
hanging somewhere on the fringe
of disbelief and forgetfulness…
Never to be re-told in truth or sequence.
cghjr 2012
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