Memories, or: Dreams

My 2nd blank verse

EPIGRAPH:

We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they’re called memories. Some take us forward, they’re called dreams.

Jeremy Irons (b. 1948)
... regret and failure, hopelessness against
bulwark stubborn the generation's this;
responding before breathe and pause; pain and
anger the stifle and, kiss, hug, smile shall
I; do and did others as, provoke or
yell, attack, accuse won't I; out get they
can never but thoughts my rule they perhaps;
pummel they though them contain I; me with
here end disappointment and trauma The

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