Are We More Than Our Memories?
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1 min readJun 2, 2017
How happy am I that you now know
Me as I am now and not me
When I was all rum and Edgar Allan Poe,
When I was a sporadic heartbeat
And ashes sprinkled in the snow?
How happy am I that you now know
Me as I am now and not me
When I was all rum and Edgar Allan Poe,
When I was a sporadic heartbeat
And ashes sprinkled in the snow?
A few good stories, a thousand different versions. My dreams are written in form. Author of Mother Scorpion. http://rbbaxter.com