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Indelible Across the ventricles Over the third and fourth Tumbling and folding Towards the fornix Through the hippocampus Laying in folds and folds Hidden No eyes can see No scope can find Memories unfolding They can gush forward like The torrents of water From the shower head Years had forgotten about her No reason for them to come around now No reason No rhyme The trigger was water …from which some say we evolved |
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