Lives

i’ve no doubt
there are other lives
under my skin
a part of my puzzle
just like
my father’s temper
and my mother’s patience

i’ve no doubt
there are other memories
crying to be heard
to be felt again
sometimes
they slip through a little
and i wonder

who i’ve been

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