Seems I was born
in the morning yesterday.
Seems I was torn
from the middle of a page.

As if you were like
something I once knew.
A glitch in my mind,
and familiar deja vu.

You are amnesia.
You are the things I
just can’t remember now.

Four to a buck
and a crisis to be had.
The needle is stuck
on the same old wanted ad.

A tendril of smoke:
I recognise this page.
As blank as a stroke,
and as full as middle age.

You are amnesia.
You are the things I
just can’t remember now.

These motions are so familiar.
I swear that I’ve done them all before.
These oceans are so familiar.
I swear that I swan right off this shore.
These emotions are so familiar,
but still, how they shake me to the core.

You are amnesia.
You are the things I
just won’t remember now.

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