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place . . .
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today . . .
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–
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wave
of
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echoes
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again
today . . .
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–
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echoes
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today . . .
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away . . .
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.
away
.
today . . .
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those
echoes . . .
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.
.
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they
blame,
.
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n
d
.
shame,
.
a
n
d
.
still
remain.
Reflection: This was a personal struggle-themed poem I wrote back in June of 2020 where the affected party occasionally revisits a past which haunts – leaving feelings of guilt, shame, and sorrow. I played the wonderful song “Uncertain” by Robert Deeble in the background to create the “moodset” for the poem. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.