SOMEHOW
I've lost it all, somehow : can't
reply, can't talk. The unsolved
riddles on my piece of cake are
questions written in icings I didn't
make. The clock climbs the wall
as I fade. Whatever the doormouse
said. Remember? Feed your head?
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That was two weeks back, on Mars,
where time is long, and different.
Union sundown? Moses' lament?
Now, by contrast, it's all returned:
Now, by contrast, it's all returned:
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Letters you've sent.
Meanings you've meant.
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