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Institutional Memory

 

I run up against edges
of your tight reality

 

fluorescent lights
wall-to-wall carpet and concrete

 

I hold it, bend it
rewrite it try to forget it

 

I don't trust my
memories of it

 

yet here I am again
In front of it

 

I start talking back

to the elevator

◄ Thoughts in the uber

Pretty Man ►

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