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You are only my memory -- my unattainable tint.
You have happened to me in the past I forgot -- I retrieve
Only you. I don't know who you are, but remember your eyes
In my eyes, and my legs with your legs, arms with arms tightly tied.
You are distant, but always in me. You are hidden in things
I reveal. You appear unexpected, and suddenly leave,
Giving what I don't want, taking what I do need. You inspect
Every inch of my thoughts. You behold every spot on the desk
Of my words -- to erase or to grant me the meaning of scrapes.
You persist in the strangeness of accent in all that I say.
When I see you -- I know: you are my recollection of you.
You are only my memory -- caught in my eyes in a mew.
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