The past clings to me
Like the stain of a cherry tree
Its no longer just a memory
But reality
My face is a memoir
My hands wring with history
MAP
©️2024
The past clings to me
Like the stain of a cherry tree
Its no longer just a memory
But reality
My face is a memoir
My hands wring with history
MAP
©️2024
The Essence Of Who I Am 
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