Just
Got to start somewhere.
Where to begin....
oh yes the end.
Got off the train.
Looked at the memories,
as in also yours,
seems silly I am saying.
Just.
Give me a little
more time, to get
myself down pat.
Part seven of
an eleven thousand part
saga of what is not written
or said, even done.
Somehow it is just....
as I get the little stuff
all just this, just that.
Can't I seperate
this, I found out.
Maybe it is.
Maybe it isn't.
Get back to....
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