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A Taste of Memory (for R)

 Your memory
not tasty, yet tasted
repeatedly. We cannot go back
you asserted
assertively
yet here we are

not you, but me.
I carry your multiples
casually beside me
in a leather


case
battered suitably
The problem is,
my darling,
you never stopped suiting me. 

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