The Little Memory (Love Memory)

One day I caught a memory
And I let it grow
I spun its little toy crown
And let it go
I was a little boy in Serbia
Playing in the snow
And I spoke with friends
I no longer know
When I reflect back tomorrow
Whether it is in a manor
Or on death row,
I will surely know
A memory is repulsive
When you spend it alone

by Ianaldo Prescott Pourchot

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