take a year in a bundle to pawn in a day
the memories shot through the fog
parsimonious living of life as a way
causes only that being the cog
yet to grasp onto nothings to never forget
must come at some ultimate price
further borne life one will never beget
when living the memories twice
...still, i reside in some degree of the latter
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