It was my spirit glutted with fleshes of past
It was me who kept the memories amassed
Tosses and arcs of that time never got apart
But was strained to forget olden times with art
Ancient time was hamlet of my offbeat thoughts
There I cry & spry. High & sly. Bright & in fright.
However records fled elsewhere yakking ciao
Nurturing - never pour yourself in memory nohow
Tisn't a miss what history showed me, nay forget!
Never dwell so deep then I got to be well-whet.
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