Fallen in love with memory, Like a little girl, Twirling her hair, And smacking together the palms of her feet Saying, "little jimmy's cute." But I wonder about his vocation, Her money, Like a brushfire, Little Jimmy? The bright orange sun, setting the distant sky every color but green. Oh please! Too many times! Who will I be, Again? "The rest of my life" Makes me think of the rest of my dish, The part given to dogs. Fallen in love with memory, Like an aching rocker, When will one find their memory? It is never discovered, but expands with time. Don't forget what we regret. Those palms on her feet folded so, Like paper, Like passing little notes to jimmy, Sealing it with a heart. Where is that Heart now? See how she used to fold it, So there were no wrinkles. Now, she sags without noted intention. The universe will unfold itself. My heart is free for the universe to pulse; My hands to hold. I will not forget who gave me, My loving memory.Birth sign: Capricorn
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