An unsent letter
to a past love
stands as a permanent
question mark,
ink of my reckless youth
piercing the measured tone
of my calculated present,
reminding me constantly
of the way relationships
alter this complex montage
of our lives.

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People mend missing masterpieces
In montaged memories
Once their breathing ceases
And you live on their stories...

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Visuals unseen,
Voices unheard,
Vastly virtuous,
Valuable values,
Venerated tales,
Versatile talents,
Varied memories,
Vintage montages!

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