To take itself back.
Permission denied.
The past then asked why.
Permission denied.
The past was alarmed.
It was getting large,
Getting much larger.
That past was too large.
Could it give itself
Away? Could it shrink?
No, no it couldn’t.
Permission denied.
That past grew so sad
But happier, too.
Past just grew and grew.
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