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Out of Sight
Out of sight, down the stairs, and slightly to the left.
If I don't look at it, it for sure doesn't exist.
When I am alone long enough, I forget I am not alone in the world.
Can you prove to me your own existence, if I can't remember you?
Are these feet mine when they sit under covers?
Are there legs mine when they hide under desks?
I forget your name, your face, your age.
Such a shame, to be so out of mind.
If I don't look at it, it for sure doesn't exist.
When I am alone long enough, I forget I am not alone in the world.
Can you prove to me your own existence, if I can't remember you?
Are these feet mine when they sit under covers?
Are there legs mine when they hide under desks?
I forget your name, your face, your age.
Such a shame, to be so out of mind.
Published 18th Aug 2019
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