My memories tirl in my mind,
like gears stuck in motion.

One moment turns to many,
many turns to more.

Overflowing into my golly
of thoughts.
Provoking every minute
that I am stuck to remember.

Photographs of the past,
my memory is to me.
Never will I forget,
my mind won’t allow me.


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