the parts we've hidden from ourselves
tracing taste-buds onto for-arms
your fingertips
i've forgotten what they taste like backwards
my memory is screwed on sideways
somedays
i wake at midnight
while falling to sleep
dreaming
i wake at midnight
dreaming while falling asleep
asleep while dreaming
i wake
somedays
my memory is screwed on sideways
i forget to remember
remembering i forget my sideways is screwed to my memory
my memory
your memory
where are our hearts
beautiful
are we beautiful
heart?
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