ClothA Poem by Davidgeo.long into afterthought there are stains from the past pseudo forgotten kept within the mind buried deep under reason hidden perfectly in the present fitting neatly into the puzzle all the damage from the past all the stains upon the soul an artwork upon the stage a sculpture between the minds unaddressed... over time, we are finding the puzzle was never perfect the present is just a mask confusing awareness with insight we must remember our stain must be acknowledged before the delusion consumes me i must remember the pain, it is worth it for reality, it is real
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