as my forgetful fate
would have it
I lost a lot of
things today
but still not you
they say you
can't turn over
the sheets
and expect
a clean
bed
turned those sheets I have
over and over
tainted is
my bed
spoiled are these sheets
in effort to forget
but still there you are
scratching the crevices
of my bellowing mind
there you lurch
testing
its sanity
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