Trunks belonging to legs And bloodshot eyes All parts of my friends Forgotten rooms Alive with artificial light Strangers with smiles I used to know them all But names have slipped the mind This stack of memories A bagful Chapters in a story
Reason for writing:
exposure and feedback
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