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Reenactments of the Forgotten.

Coloring within the lines
you cannot see, despite being boldfaced,
black as space, heavy

as the weight of history you hold in silence,
without conscious acknowledgement,

out of fear of losing
whatever sanity
you have managed to maintain.

Walls around you, all gone,
yet you continue to confine yourself to old
boundaries.

History is not to be lived within,
but built upon.

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