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Dec 2022
They say they a perfect memory
Is a memory that's never remembered

Strange as that may sound

But if that were true
I'd bury this memory of you

Deep into my brain
Never to be found

Then, someday, many years from now
I could open the lockΒ Β and look upon it

savor it

indulge myself in the unmarred recollection

in the final moment between me and infinity
This has been in my drafts so long that I don't even remember what I was thinking about when I wrote it.  Suffice to say, I have no memories that are _that_ strong, but I can imagine what that might feel like...Also, I apparently couldn't decide whether I wanted this to rhyme or not.

Lastly, welcome back, me!
Joel A Doetsch
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Joel A Doetsch  St. Louis, MO
(St. Louis, MO)   
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