ǤĦѲƧƬ CƲƵ AƖN'Ƭ NѲ LƲѴ 4 MЄ
memory cannot choose where it wants to be
often their tender thoughts, for they thought of me,
eased the neurotic ills that haunt the day.
now an invisible evil takes them away.
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