the loss of memory has nothing
to do with the mind it’s simply
there’s so much happened
you know it’s somewhere
in that pile over there
you just can’t get a hand on it
right now but driving back
to the past you go in search
of that word that fact anyway
feeling everything is saved
or at least still exists somewhere
even our sins are kept like gold
our faults precious and preserved
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