Curiosity
I am curious.
About what it would be like to not have a serious-
Issue with my memory.
All I see is a blaze of reality.
And that scares me from thinking.
Because when I try to disclose my inkling.
Of a dusty memory.
That I will never receive fully.
But my love persists.
Even in these fits.
It stays steady.
Until I am ready.
To give up that painful time.
For a future where I can forget my crime.
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