HOW KARMA WORKS
At the beginning of being born,
my Karma is fitted to me
like an ID bracelet.
As I slip out of the womb,
memory drifts away
like a poof of Chanel #5.
Recollections disappear.
Ah, but I know my scent.
Inspired once more by Willow..Mag Prompt..please join in ..go to magpie tales...Thanks, Willow!!!
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