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On Second Thought
Present cannot set advantage
Over past, that seems like gone
Though it’s always on the verge
Of the memories you prone
To belong to, while intending
To break free from shades of time
Partly loosing understanding
Doesn’t look at all sublime
But it goes like Latin dictum
Drive the nature out of door
Then it flies back home to victim
Through the window, like before.
Copyright ©
Gregory Colodub
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