Requiem for a memory
Introduction:
This is a performance poem. About how I used to, as a kid, lay under the canopy and paint the sky.
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Staring at the midnight sky
I knew dawn was only hours away
For the sky was my canvas
And my imagination the paintbrush
The vivacious sky held no hope for me
I rose to my feet and silently walked home
Treading along the narrow corridor of the past
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