like paper mache...
what just happened
just went away.
and yet, she remembered
old yesterdays.
strings she ties.
lists to keep her
life on some
sort of
track.
there was no looking
forward...
and no chance to
go back.
but she tries
to hold onto
herself as
much as she can
the grace of forget,
wherever
she
stands.
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