Poem: The Past Goes in the Colander

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My latest original five-line poem.

The Past Goes in the Colander

i woke up today catching the sap of my past
through a colander, draining the pain away,
leaving only distant shadows of what was;
the future remains pristine, untainted until it
will sift through, unabated.

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