You came in buzzing with energy but I felt so sick and tired you whispered
Another one
Good for you I said then went
No, no, no,
I meant and you already knew
Knew I was sick,
Understanding what it does to me.
Because you remember,
Everything.
Somehow inexplicably connected
To Memory.
So many things,
That had I heard turned sour through the day as the hours brought more and more
No, I haven’t.
But that one was loud,
Like the words all attached to you did you put them there or did I or did we?
Hello other one,
Whatever that is.
World resembles the track.
When the sun comes up, am I looking at you?
Of course I am,
After all the sun isn’t there yet,
And you are the messenger.
None is worse than one.
Or something similar,
And what’s wrong with silver?
I like it.
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