persistence of memory

i try to remember 2,000 days ago

but all my moments run together

like dali’s clocks of rubber

melting and sailing out to sea

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i try to undo the past

but only end up making the present last

twice as long as it should

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you read my future in your cards

i read yours off your face

i play our memories back in stars

something we both love

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i examine the gall that dwells within me

how silly it seems

it’s not as though these are broken dreams

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my soul flows out

like ink onto paper

you read between the lines —

hence the things you never see