With all memories, time comes and goes.
Like a giant river, it gathers speed.
Toward the great inevitable - it flows.
Can we possibly recall our every deed?
So many recollections haunt my mind.
Some, however, are not remembered,
and if my soul had limbs, perhaps I’d find
certain memories have been dismembered.
Sometimes I’m told stories of things involving me:
tales I...
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