Cest la Vie

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Here → • ←
I am
In the place
I was before.
Have you seen my hat?
The map is defective-

This crossroad looks familiar.

Old pictures show me laughing then.
Laughing still, but eyes hold unknown glint
Of sadness, or..."What the hell?"....time slipping
So where does the story end up? Don't tell me!
Without the search, discovery holds no SUPRISE.

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