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Empty aging
May 29, 2015, 11:15p - Poetry

Time progresses
as we become
the victims
of empty aging.

We cannot help but spin
propelling the paint of our tears
centripetally out
not to wash but to change
the color of everything
we have seen before.

The photo that brought joy
now induces sorrow
as ignorance gives way.

Will I forever look back
at the promise of those years
on one side, a child without freedom
and now on the other,
A lost soul, caught in inpenetrable darkness
lit only by my memory
of freedom with ignorance.

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Luke - Feb 2, 2016, 7:45a
I really liked that.

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