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Am I alone in remembering?

Updated: May 29

When I mourn

I fantasize about then being a continuous string

Still puncturing the now

I am still

Paused in pondering

The question I ask myself most often

Do they remember?

Am I alone in remembering?


Rewriting the story

So that the ending is


Without a trace

Like all those whose needles have gone to sew in other fabrics

But they left a heavy trace

Lead knows a similar weight

I do not try to lift it

For that string has ended


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