Aide Mémoire 

When I was lost
I plundered your soul
For all you had there
Wiped clean
But you
Keeper of every scrap and fragment
My mind was saved with yours
By yours
When I was lost
You saved my loss
My loss is yours

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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