I am tired
before
my time.
I have
memories
I cannot leave behind.
Can't you see
I am
unable
to grasp
the fundamental things
they so easily
stripped
from
my being.
My mind
has
a clasp
that keeps the secrets in
and
the
strangers
out.
(1-23-1970)
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