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A Forced Memory for Later Recollection

Some nights

it’s quiet

inside my head.

 

It seems so strange.

I think I should feel

fear

or something.

 

Instead I feel nothing

I suppose

this is better.

 

In reflection,

the clear head

is cloudy.

 

I never can remember

what this is like, later.

I guess that’s what I’m doing now.

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