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Past Is Now

The future now the past
Row backward days
Carving craven figures into borrowed skin,


Stolen time, fractured words
Painting damaged being
With artificial strokes
Of light&blood,


We were walking through the night alone
Your side was my side, were we lost in this together
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Writing lines of pages voiceless to say


Carving craven figures into borrowed eyes
Rows a backward day
The past is now the future;



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-05-12 at 18:36

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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
This poem breathes in its own allure. Somehow like it has happened before in the future but already ground broken in the past. Today is yesterday too soon. Thanks for sharing. /Rik.
2022-05-13

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by Chaucer Whethers