The past was never that
Living in whispered echoes
Sleeping dogs awakened
Clouding our present story
Still we visit for a while
Coloring all of our days
The past is just that
Fabrications of glory
Stoic Poetry
Silent Words
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 
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