I buried your number
In a pool of empty digets
I forgot your name
After you mentioned it at the bar
But for the life of me
When I woke up the next morning
Your face stuck to the back of my eyelids
like lead set in tar
And for dear humanity
While I drank my black coffee
I couldn't remember anything about who the hell you were
Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 1:54 AM UTC
I buried your number
In a pool of empty digets
I forgot your name
After you mentioned it at the bar
But for the life of me
When I woke up the next morning
Your face stuck to the back of my eyelids
like lead set in tar
And for dear humanity
While I drank my black coffee
I couldn't remember anything about who the hell you were
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