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Amnesia

I forget 
birthdays and names 
streets and lanes 
powdered faces 
pink laces 
colors and shades 
fancy hairdos and fish braids.

I forget 
texts messages exchanged 
deranged 
9:47pm and blue ticks 
cum, boobs and dicks

How are you?
I'm well.
What are you up to?
Nothing much. 
Where have you been?
Here. 

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