Without memories of anything
How do we mark our path
Where do we land in
The dark with
Unseeing
Eyes
I need
Your hand
Your feet, touch
Of skin, am familiar with
But most of all, I need your
Voice calling me out from where
I'm hiding, inside of me, telling me
I've been found, and won't be lost, ever
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