In the midst of remembering everything
You said forgetting is a kind of turning
Aside a pause for a moment I can't
Remember what I haven't
First forgotten or what
Comes next is a blur
A slowly clarifying picture
Now that I remember you
Remembering the end of us
Was really the beginning
Of memory's tricks and tortures
The elusive truths for which
The future searches
Knowing you're among them
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