fragments scattered from your memory.
They stay there
asleep all the time
between the countless pages of your mind.
You treat them like your slaves
- pulling each of them out
anytime you fancy;
and derive your comforts.
But you can rarely ever experience
the feel, the pang, the emotions
that held them once together.
(composed: 29th December 1993)
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