in bits and bits
I picked it all up
every fragment
every piece
that served as a memory
I walked briskly
to the playground
hello-ING none
and seeing all
all I knew was my goal
and it I must reach
all the fragments
of a battered past
must be lynched here and now
it lived longer than it should
it dug deeper into a soul
than it should
alas! The time has come
to set the present free
from the grip of the past
hold me not
try to stop me
and you may be lynched too...
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