Constant Memory
A plague
A disease
Of my mind
Of my being
Prodding
Poking
Jabbing
Stabbing
Constant
As the sun
Night
And day
The memory
Spins
Twirls
An endless spiral
Everything
Comes back
To you
A Paradox
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