I don't remember conversations, dates or names, important faces or the streets I lived on.
They all just roll right off of my back;
So how can I recall that I don't recollect all of that?
Your cheeks were flushed when I had played all the words left in my hand. "I fold" hovered in the air and choked me out when you had left.
Your feet point towards mile markers and the rest stop restrooms you wish you'd never visited
Because you don't resemble your reflection or its refracted intentions
but I think you'll find no better parallel than yourself
I hope that you're making steadfast progress on yourself
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