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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