Today I see a list.
In my diary old,
With a veil of dust
Covering it, unmaintained
Random numerical, and flowers.
I set out on a voyage of old,
Memories, not so old.
I see a list of important lives,
In my life, in the pages that uncover.
As, I see those forty names
I ask my unconscious brain.
What made you think them
Important, not so long ago.
Some not even in this mortal world.
Is this a trick you play?
It said"Might be one of your fictional character that dwell."
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