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Amnesia

Who are these creatures?

Why do they burn so red?

I fear their nature.

They hunt me

I hide

Under wisecracks

And pointless chats

And cotton sacks made to fit this awkward shape

Who am I?

I am lost

An alien amnesiac

A wanderer in a volatile land.

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