Good Grief

Am I enough memory to remember?

A neuron that will not die

Out of all the impossible number of neurons

Am I behind my eyes; in your eyes?

I stil wish I can run away

And forget I was ever born in reality

I could run back to wipe away

All the fading pigments in my eyes

They are never present in me.

I could learn to fall apart.

I could.

I never meant I would.

It was always a possibility of everything.

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