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Memories appear

By Ineke Hill

All the memories that appear
draws me nearer to the fear.
Let me hear,
whilst my ears are clear,
of my absolute worst fear.
If we adhere to the veneer
encourage us to steer
directly to the fear.
We will only then appear.

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