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grass stains and fake diamonds

I donít remember you
I swear I donít remember you
but we both know Iím lying
and my hands are shaking with the things
my brain canít say

Time is bent with memory
I donít remember
I do remember
I donít want to remember
these places and people and feelings
that leave my head fucked
my mind like entrails
spilling onto the pavement
stomped into the dirt
for you to piss on

And I
I donít really want to be here
with you
spread out on the grass
lying to the dirt
like it can make diamonds
out of shit
if we just pray hard enough

No, I donít remember youÖ
I swear I donít remember you

You remind me of myself

© Indie Adams 2014
Indie
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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