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Poetry • Aug 26, 2020

August 26

On the eve of yet another year more of existence,

I am not sure of who I am or who I want to be anymore.

The person I was a year ago,

Is no longer recognized.

The raven created by Poe would adorn me with the same thing it adorned his love:

Nevermore.

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