Adam Fuller - A Question

The other day you said to me,
“Sift through all your memory
And tell me, if compelled to decide,
In which confine you would abide
(If in a thought you could reside) .”
I pondered long, but my reply
Contained slight traces of a lie;
For ‘twas improper that I should reveal
That my mind, from me, sought to conceal
Remnants of you – and desires, to steal.

Adam Fuller

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