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The Past
Yesterday is history.
Yet still, it remains a mystery,
Under the pressure of my thought hand,
Subject to the change of my command.
Yet it slips from my reach,
Cause it has naught but to teach.
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The Stars in my Hands
PoetryThe stars in my hands: is a poetic prose work capturing each star in 3 short poems. Alexander Lorien
