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As things accumulate
they become collections,
as events amalgamate
they transform to memories
instants of life to elongate...
our ephemeral equations
our fugacious glories,
as suffering grows
it opens wounds
translates to trauma,
as attachment ages
it deceives the soul,
as time slows down
we perceive our minds,
contemplate our actions
as the fly that dies,
we let go...