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I used to remember in images, Movies, flipbooks, flying across my eyes, But then I saw haze, And the foggy screens became thicker, So the grime and dust became darkness, And through the darkness became words, Disconnected, discolored, disjointed Streams of words, And so all my memories lost Vision, became nothing but recalled statements, So I could tell you yes it happened, But how or why or what was sifted through a blender, Chunked into a garbage disposal, and lost somewhere, yes, the memory exists as a statement, A declaration it occurred but oh so loosely, You can’t be sure of it.
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Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC
Haze
I used to remember in images, Movies, flipbooks, flying across my eyes, But then I saw haze, And the foggy screens became thicker, So the grime and dust became darkness, And through the darkness became words, Disconnected, discolored, disjointed Streams of words, And so all my memories lost Vision, became nothing but recalled statements, So I could tell you yes it happened, But how or why or what was sifted through a blender, Chunked into a garbage disposal, and lost somewhere, yes, the memory exists as a statement, A declaration it occurred but oh so loosely, You can’t be sure of it.
Ya girl back at it again with the flashbacks and memory loss.
CautiousRain
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Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC
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