Some I have tied in bundles, and a few kept in pockets
Some are in the leaflets and some are in my thought dockets
Some are as sweet as sugar and some are a dough of anticipation
Some have a essence of camphor & some are flickering precipitation
Some are as soft as cushion under my head and some I have worn as a blanket
Some are lying in a pile of thoughts while some are in my backpack
These memories are unknown thoughts of known reverberations
These memories are sometimes the amalgam of

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