Memory Collector

I go from door to door 

forgetting what I 

came here for 

 

losing words they 

slip off the tongue 

I return to that solitude I know 

 

so I can twist things around 

making those memories play 

in a totally different way 

 

I then go out 

and beg some more 

before the old ones fade away

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◄ Cool Auntie

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