Your memory is a worm in the dirt
stuck in a hole in my head.
You're no longer a person
but have grown into my mind,
like a demon or a bad habit,
an impulse but with a blurry image.
- Lay back, child, and I will tell you a story. - Can I tell the story, too? - Okay, sure. I'll start, and you continue with what...
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