You

Clandestine paths
Forgotten symphonies
And you
Elements of my infernal existence
Stored caressed, forgotten
But remembered

Now
Today
Here
In this moment
Where the night is dark, and the day darker
When objects of liberation

Are objects indeed
But they don’t liberate

When time no longer seems to be a commodity

It’s only natural
That I remember

What I did not do
What I did not say

And you

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