how do we forget people?
hands turning over the engines
underneath our skin.i have kissed a mouth that I
can't not remember.
where do I put that memory?my mind refuses to close,
unlike a fist, instead a palm,
always ajar, hoping, waiting
for sweet rain.
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poetry for the poetic: 5
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