Darling, I have stacked you in me
On my 28th year hitherto.
I believe I will forget you first among all
The people whom I have loved beyond my calm.
Memory persists
Before de-growth plays in its file
And slowly the order of people I stack
Deletes itself from its deep dwellings.
Did you wish to be in my memory my dear?
Did you opt as a passive metaphor in my subsistence
Or did you programme yourself in my memory to fade away
As if the intelligence that existed as you in me
Self-destructs as goes the ultimate plan?
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