All the phrases I thought I'd remember
And opted not to write down.
Have turned into blurry lines
That crawl through my brain
So mindless, absorbent
I will never remember
Them again, like feelings lost
On some subway somewhere
You can lie to yourself
Long enough to justify
Who you are and what you
Wanted to be
The boy falling out of the tree
The girl caught up in the air
Amicably settling in the marrow
Of the earth
Of sound.
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