We are the same

We are the same

Do I know you?
Memory’s liquid storage,
antidote to adulthood’s wretched jade.
I know you:
dust and flesh and soul
bridging the stream between us.
Am I you?
Are you me?
Do you remember
this and this and this.
Legacy of my own,
who are we?

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My blog is a space for me to mainly publish my poems and short stories, which are usually the result of me ruminating on a thought or feeling as I seek to understand it.

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