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[youaremysofa]

i am coherent enough to understand that i am talking to myself
walking through the slow knead of road in a forest, eyes closed wandering hands to grope an out of line leaf crowding in to a shifting blue
i forgot who i was, became the lapse in memory that chatters to be remembered and
forgotten in the same sentence. i love the word kiss but i have not been, i become the world gripping
her heart
i peeled out my eyes and lay them on the mantel amidst a crowd
of old things
committed
to the wall
before i could cry to have my mouth back
i found it hidden
in the peach
of my voice