No. 19 Cloud
Like the music
that was never made
like the road
that was never taken
like the cloud
that never rained.
I live my life feverishly
in a desire to remember
who
I
truly was
before
my parents gave me
this name
that I carry in my mouth.
Peyman
10.19.17
Washington, D.C.
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