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words syrupy in the brilliance of day
inadequate
images turn back time
and again to the present
memories surface
i release to them
who i was then – dreamer
who i am now – dreamer
but the dreams have changed
fluid, i cannot mark most changes
i grow and change
lose touch
gain new
friends, dreams and lovers
aches, hopes, wishes
i regret very little:
the aches i have caused
the ruptures [...]