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And suddenly

I feel like

writing a poem

about a Jamaican prostitute

in Amsterdam

(just how revealing

I should be

remains uncertain)

and the poetry is inspired

and memory lucid

a le recherche

let moment est mort

but we still go on

and memory clings

to the better incidents

and at the superego’s request

also latches on

to a few of the worst

and it was in between

as she was rather stern

and somewhat condescending

which didn’t fuel any fantasies

and diminished the pleasure

but it became a part

of my subconscious memory

and there it sits

potentially awaiting examination

and all I can do

is reflect and mull on it

All, in all,

It’s just a part of life

often time neglected