Past
A shadowed past
blankets my way,
I’m running as though,
there’s a way out,
as if I were being chased,
if somehow the very
existence of me
were not reality,
but I did live,
I do remember,
I did bleed,
I cried, laughed
and lied,
I toggled the edge,
I was a superhero,
until I died.
-4-11-18-
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