Memory

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Memory

The drudge of the past, pulling up each weed
With each rock overturned a memory tugs the lead
The mind with practiced loathing of biases ungone
Brings out it's hatred, its repression undone
Hostile thought and feeling unleashed
A snap to the pain, an opening release
Old habits not forgotten and new ones learned
Self inquisition started, on which stake to be burned?

Last updated: 2015-7-8

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