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  • Writer's pictureMario Mainland


Memories are like mist:

Thick and white-smooth blankets

on the back of blank polaroids

of times I never had and

occasions I never should've missed,

forgotten nights we laughed and prayed

forever promises we made

and like feverish lovers we kissed...

I'd never have guessed...

That our memories would be shadows,

or lights so bright it blinds:

the pictures of the past and

the perspective of today and

the encroaching fog of fading tomorrows,

that may come or never render,

One thing I know is

One thing is clear

I may



- MM

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