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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.