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colors

bleed into   memories

mark Lonely

(un)familiar,

changes the landscape

a past

not Alive in skin   in flesh

(un)predictable

patterns   repeat

along the grid

blemished canvas

seeps into tomorrows 

spill of continuity,

pierces yesterdays perception

of reality

there is

regret in regression

& the excess...

                ...it lingers

                      Julynn K. Bridges