Poem: Untitled
By Brian Loatman
I will forget the side of a room for you.
Then I will remember it later when I am in that room again.
I will be standing in another part of that room.
The ceiling will connect my memories.
And you will make me think the ceiling is a wall.
Then I will remember it later when I am in that room again.
I will be standing in another part of that room.
The ceiling will connect my memories.
And you will make me think the ceiling is a wall.
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