man relentlessly claims stake, calls possession of what once was
out of fear he desperately clings on
like attempting to hold water with clinched palms
the past, a remembrance,
a running dry of your memory’s well
such as with life, such as with death
you never do quite let go
with this, you are to never be free, until you do so
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