A Poem

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on days like this

my heart feels like
a palimpsest of names
erased incompletely

a bulletin pricked
with expired events

a graffitied wall,

some parts shoddy
and others a masterpiece

tightly packed clutter of
an already lived history

a finished scrapbook

a litany of endings
that seem to leave no
trace of space

for another beginning.