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Forgetting

William E. Raftery

This is that moment,
That damned state,
When all is threaded,
And bound in memory.

So sweetly to dispose,
Of the smallest thing,
That would burden me,
To unravel the cord.

But think not too ill,
Should I excel at this?
For this is done speedily,
To avoid long heartache.

The forgetting time,
There is a path here,
And clock that unwinds,
The heartstrings so taut.

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