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Tuesday, 30 October 2018


In random moments
I become a little boy again,
Brave and adventurous
In my dishonest imagination,
Reinventing my structure,
Stretching the long ago
Into a widescreen distortion
That no one will bother to challenge.

I squirrel away lapses,
Wasted opportunities
Through timidity
And unnecessary nervousness.
It was not a broken home,
Chipped and fractured perhaps,
But never broken, never broken.
She saw to that.

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