I have forgotten everything I've done
And every where I went and what I saw
From when these sonnets here were first begun
To everything I ever did before.
So now the past is nothing but these lines
And all I have of memory's in this verse
There's nothing in my life that quite defines
Me like the lines of lines that line this purse.
For all the words that each sit in their row
And all the thoughts that hide between those words
I'd love to get them out and make a show
But might as well just throw them to the birds.
So everything is as it's always been,
Yet in these lines are all I've ever seen.
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