hidden pieces of us

if ever one was

to unwrap my life,

items covered in time,

with all of the places,

and all of the journeys,

and all of me,

layed out to see;

between the folds,

beneath the sun,

away from prying eyes,

there would lay,

with impossible color,



of us.

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