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I'm Part of a Dystopian Nightmare

My visions, blurred..... by memories.

From times, now ... long gone.

From, moments ...  passed.

But only, by ...... the good times.

For those, are the ones, that .... cause.

The tears, to flow.....

With each drop, like a, torn leaf.

From the book, of life.

Beyond saving, 

no longer able, to be rewritten.

Faded brown.... Sepia, ridden.

A broken ink sac, 

And

My worlds crumbling.

Giajl © Jim Love