Before I forget
Before I forget,
that there once was a church here,
before I forget,
My birthday was in May,
later that day you put a peanut in my nose.
We where close.
Laughing.
Before I forget who my friends are,
I have forgotten the names of the capitals of the world,
of the world entirely,
and the only one who seems to know is my diary.
The streets are renamed,
No names, no dates.
The whole day sedated, day…
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