Catacombs of Thought

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Catacombs

Deep in the catacombs
of thought my mind i
remember the echo
the laughter the tears
all that was
mom dad
reeling reel to reel
losses broken faded
warped and bubbling
just beneath the polaroid surface
yesterday drowns

[c 2011 thomas fortenberry]

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