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I can not recall
the last time I sat down
to remember you.
It must have been
a brooding moment;
a slash between
the inner circles of
my brain.
Maybe it was a time
when the circuitry
of my body
actually made sense,
a time when I had style,
a time when I could
undoubtedly
feel the threading
of my jeans
against my leg.
And yes,
I was dead to you back then,
I could still feel the trickle of water
pierce the inside
of my throat,
coiling around
all the barren things.

And yet here I am.
Thirsty.

Always waiting for you
to infiltrate my mind.

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