Shriven

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Give me anything worth remembering.

Such regretted memories you've become,

variant climatic moods swoon pestering,

wasn't me who never showed attention,

shriven fables manage folds of strung... festering,

cursing stoned walls echoing bitter decisions;

letting firmness stain mind of thought,

blackness mine soul...

has caught,

yet –

further down a hole I trot. 

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