I am not a Time Lord

Boxes of memories Unpacked chaotically Peeling open wounds Long since scarred Headlong thrown Through ages of the self So many versions of me Through time. Discombobulated. Disconcerted. Yet not dissonant Harmonic unification Of the selves That become me. Words by Errant Satiety. Image ‘Dust to Dust’ courtesy of Pathogens on DeviantART Ear parcel

I am not a Time Lord

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