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One year out of twenty five � thirty
five years gone �
Pursues, haunts and hangs on me so,
won't let me go.
Never a day goes by that some memory
does not return
Unbidden, unwanted, waiting for an
unguarded moment
To slither stealthily into my
consciousness and coil there,
Smug, beady-eyed, coolly
triumphant in all its odiousness.
Knowing that the blink
of an eye or an angry headshake will
Again banish it to
the darkness whence it came, but also knowing
That it can
return at any moment my mind is idle... Any moment now.
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