clown haiku
And her make up ran
a red nose, bleeting in the rain
still droplets falling
Incarnations
Walking through the memories
Of lives I've never lived,
Dreams and hopes and stranger things
That I know but never knew.
Every choice I've ever made
Were made in lifetimes long ago
When I loved and died and everything
I thought was true was only me.
All the stories ever told
Are a reaching back in time
Given by past selves we never know
But someone always are.
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