I know you,
ladies and gentlemen
We see the near future
through you
Your factual face
as you sit indoors
Youthless
In your ordinary chair
'Mice run through their vision
Mice run through the plot
O la la
and memory
is a lot...'
I, also,
have memories
One afternoon
I was myself
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