rising up from bed
every day
that I will not allow it
to harass me any more
I must forget
and give it forgiveness
as a dowry
but I forget to forget
it reoccurs
again and again
and it makes
new, new fresh waves
in the fountain of memories
long and deep
strikes hard at the lone shore
like incurable wounds
whenever I am alone
or I am in solitude
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