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When memory’s but a whirl
in the always-roulette twirl
you’re a woman not a girl
begetting life in this world

When forever feels the wait
to live dreams amongst a spate
of unresolved ugly aches
with you I commiserate

When even luck is rotten
and besieged with ill-trodden
dreams frightening and sodden
let it all be forgotten

Whew! Trying out the tanaga form in the Imaginary Garden today. It is difficult, yikes.