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Distance

Forgotten here
this secret shame
I hold for ever knowing you.
Even if burying your memory
would be enough
to remember to (forget),
could I really free
myself from your ghost embrace?

Imagine this:
pans and hand-crafted mallets
from darker woods–
I could drum your (memory)
into the sands of time
in the key of #F.

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