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change forgets to change



      where did my genuine smile go?
     replaced with this hole;
     this empty eyed routine
     i do with my face.

    where did their love go?
    replaced with those very
    many questions
    and aristocratic doubts.

    where did my words hide?
   the fountain of them
    on nights as this
    in them i drowned.
  
   where did you go?
  leaving her with a lump in the
  chest region_
  the cancer,of which
  she died of a year or so later.
  
   where was everything as they were
  before we changed,
  it's all different now_
  everything is:
  the cold,  the heat,
  the wind,  the rain,
  they all forget their season.
  trees no longer sway,
  perfumes forget their scent
  the man who knew me once
  has forgotten my name.
  the spiders are no more web spinning,
  roaches forget to scavenge, 
pain itself forgets to hurt
  and my worn eyes
  forget the how to sleep:

  so i sit awake at three fifteen a.m.
wondering when the whole world
turned this mad

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