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Future selves are built on past mistakes.
One is the sum of what one was, and yet
Retains a bit of undetermined space,
The power to be different, as the net,
Years on, becomes a filigree of lace.
So might one see that everything has grace,
Including all the pain one would forget,
X-ing out nothing, with nothing to regret.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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